Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
In high school I was a spirited, outgoing and flirtatious girl. I was a cheerleader at 5' 1" with a rack and was given the dubious honour of "Class Flirt" my senior year. I still cringe at that label because I knew the boys probably had used a less flattering term. This was probably how I was remembered as our 30th reunion drew near. I had not attended a reunion since my 5yr because I was a big ole chicken. Not many knew what I had or what it did to me. My love story is what they wanted to hear.
It was the weekend before my 48th birthday. I was so excited that I was blessed with yet another year that I decided to go. I was still scared of walking in that room with a walker but I felt that I needed to go. We had decided to leave hubbys at home, stay at a nice hotel and make it a "girls" weekend.
The venue was at Arlen Ness' custom Harley motorcycle showroom. His daughter Sherri was in my little posse and she works there so he donated the space. Amazing Italian food and a live band made for a great casual get together.
The lighting in that showroom made all the photos look grainy but these were my "click" that tore up Hawaii after graduation. I tried to keep up but at 3am my body won the battle with my brain. I missed out on I-Hop at 3:30am but my body still took 3 full days to recover. We took so many pictures to remember this night, that say "cheese" was still vibrating in my head to the beat of Journey as I drifted off to sleep.
Created by Tammy Brierly at 2:07 PM
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Created by Tammy Brierly at 4:17 PM
Sunday, September 06, 2009
I sat on the couch fidgeting with my clothes as butterflies were gathering in my gut. It's too hot out and this was a big date. Our feelings were growing too fast. I knew I should have stopped it by now but I selfishly allowed myself to be vulnerable. As his car pulled up I felt sick with anxiety and yet exited to see him. It all felt so right but could it be real?
He rented a raft to go down a calm river for this date. We had dinner and overnight reservations at the historic Jamestown Hotel afterwards. It was built in the 1800's and he booked the Sarah Burnhardt room. It was known for being pricey but I heard it was like stepping back in time.
Getting to that raft was a feat all on it's own but I showed no outward signs of distress. We ended up with a 6 man raft as the workers cast us off, slightly worried. I had to straddle and paddle up front and he took the rear. We hit every possible obstacle as a team and he even jumped over me protectively when hitting branches. It was a crazy adventure that neither of us had anticipated. With the temps rising to 102 degrees my body started to give me away.
He had to pull into the shade with worried haste, as I melted into a heap. He ran up the bank and sought help. As help and my knight lifted me into a cool van I was relieved but embarrassed. The gal driving asked how long we had been married. He replied "we're not married but dating." She looked back in the rear view mirror surprised saying "the way you were with her I'd swear you were married." "No" he replied smiling, while squeezing my hand.
The dinner and room was amazing. We had a beautiful romantic evening as we laughed about our adventure. The next morning I caught him writting in the room's visitor book. I asked "can I read it?" as he handed it to me hesitantly. He had written "we had a great stay in this room and someday I hope to return with Tammy as my wife."My heart was beating out of my chest as I replied "what?" I know, not a very romantic reply but I was in shock.
He put his hand out and said "here I have a special gift for you." He set a gold necklace in my hand and said "here is the key to my heart." It was a gold heart with a key, as I took it in my hand I knew everything was about to change and I was not afraid. Inside the tiny gold heart it says "He that holds this key has unlocked my heart."
P.S. That was over 6 years ago and we had met online. We were married on Valentine's Day at sunset on a beach in Kauai. I still wear the key to his heart around my neck. It's in this picture but too tiny to see.
Created by Tammy Brierly at 12:06 PM
Wednesday, September 02, 2009
The leaves begin turning
lifted into a frenzy of
My stomach begins churning
nervous energy building
with autumn's call
The fundraising begins slowly
banner starts to glare
with autumns call
Recession is still a threat
stealing away dreams
in autumns call
The luster of my resolve dims
fears of rejection sways
with autumns call
Knowing the horrors of my cause
I must raise my torch higher
for autumn calls
Created by Tammy Brierly at 3:29 PM