I have to admit it.

The idea to post pictures was actually Brock’s.  He said he thought it would be cool for people to get a visual.  He also informed me that I skipped over a whole lot of things in my story that would have been great character development.  I think he should write his own version of the story.  (Yes, that’s a challenge!)

A couple people mentioned that they wondered what came after the story ended.  The funny thing is, the story hasn’t really ended yet.  And I hope it never does.

Immediately after the wedding in Arkansas, I drove back to my clinicals, and Brock drove back to North Carolina with Brady.  We decided that we hadn’t had enough time to be sure we were “meant” for each other or not, so Brock offered to fly me up to visit him for a while.  We would have trial run.  How very romantic.  Honestly, it was a wonderful idea, because I had fully set all my plans on going back to Canada and never returning to this country I now call home. 

The two weeks I spent here in Charlotte with Brock will always remain in my memories as the two weeks that changed my life.  I felt like I was living in a dream.  Every single day was something special and amazing – we’d go for walks in the morning, or dance out on the docks in the rain.  We take the boat out after dark.  We never missed a sunset.  He taught me to wake board, and informed me that I wouldn’t die from trying new foods.  He showed me that I didn’t have to always worry that I was going to be hurt again.  He healed my painfully broken heart. 

I flew up to Canada to spend some time with my family.  I had to go before making the rash decision to abandon all my common sense and allow Brock to persuade me to stay with him.  That hardly lasted a week.  Before I could hold my breath, I was back in North Carolina looking for a job, and filling Brock’s house with my things.  I have not one time regretted that decision. 

What is next for us?  Time will tell… and so will my blog.