Here we go! If you're just reading this for the first time be sure and go get caught up reading Part I Here and Part II Here!
I've returned from refining school all lady like, Davids all manly from his boot camp and Russia trip. I'm not sure what everyone expected but hello boy meets girl! Suddenly there was this new awareness in our friendship and neither of us wanted to admit it really. We didn't want things to change, we liked being friends. I was still a tom boy no matter how much refining was attempted. I was the girl with a pet scorpion for goodness sake! Our families still spent a good amount of time together, we dissected things at the Shubin family kitchen table, we learned repelling skills from David as we repelled off the nearest rooftop.
One day (yes really.....just one random day) during some regular banter there was an ah ha moment that came to both of us. Sitting on the floor talking one night we both realized we were more then friends. Nothing was said, just a moment of realization. It wasn't until way later that we both talked about that being "it" for both of us. I was 17, he was 18, we were scared, didn't know what all of this meant but I thought just maybe it might be love.
Our church planned a youth ski trip and we were both going. My mother was a chaperone and I knew I liked this boy but couldn't tell her because you know that thing about boys and girls - yeah we weren't supposed to like each other. Plus he'd held my hand remember so he was permanently off the list and he was a rebel so things weren't looking good for him. ;) But I liked him, I saw passed that bad boy attitude, and saw something more. Or perhaps I was in a bit of an almost rebellion against this rigid do this and do that teaching and thought things didn't quite add up to what I read in my bible. Not really a great place to be but that's where I was. Add in some hormones and we've got some crazy going on!
The week before we left for our awesomeness ski trip there was some snow clothes needed and we were at the Shubin house gathering odds and ends to make sure we stayed warm on the mountain. Chatter of skiing and big talk of hitting up the black diamond hills was going down, bets on who would ski better/faster/longer. Somewhere in all of that big talk looking through old pictures there was a moment of quiet, no one else around and David leaned in for a kiss. It felt right. (David would say this was the game changing moment for him) Even though I knew it went against everything I'd been taught it was perfect and its our story. (mom I know.....freak out.....just think about how awesome your five grandkids are)
We went on that ski trip. It was just as awesome as we'd imagined. I'm sure my mom had her suspicions, we spent the entire time trying to avoid everyone and skiing the hardest runs we could. I kicked his butt on the slopes (he'll have to blog to dispute that one thats my story and I'm stickin to it) and that trip is still one of our very favorite memories ever. We hung out the entire day just talking, skiing, crashing, and freezing. We were falling for each other.
I'm picture hunting so I'll add those once I find them. For now I want to get all of these up! Part IV coming tomorrow and the final chapter on Friday. :)