The Rose Prom

May 30th, 2009

Kyle's seminary's graduation was May 30th and he had asked me to be his date. I had just come back from Miami to see my family. We had looked for a dress for the graduation from everywhere with my sister. It was so hard to find a dress that was pretty but also fit the church standards. Finally I had found the dress that I really liked. It didn't cover my shoulders but I got a shawl from my hostmom and the problem was solved.

Kyle came to pick me up early to Smithfield because he had a job interview in the morning and I wanted to go there with him. They were hiring a hundred people and there were at least twice as many people there so we had to wait for a long time but it wasn't bad. We actually ended up in two newspapers and Kyle got the job (of course) so it was definitely worth it.

After the job interview we went to the park near his school where we had first met. We bought fresh strawberries and grapes, and things like that and had a real nice picnic. Needless to say it was perfectly sunny and warm. There were also other people there, mainly families with children. We were joking about being a bad influence for those children because we couldn't keep our hands to ourselves.

We had planned to go bowling with two of Kyle's friends so we couldn't stay at the park for too long. His friends were both really awesome and we had fun. I got a bad start but I ended up winning the second game anyway. Kyle was upset because he couldn't believe a girl had beat him. (Honey, you know you can't always win.)

In the evening was the main part of the day: the graduation and the Rose Prom. We had to go get ready at Kyle's after borling and I got ready in about five minutes. I think I may have made my record in doing my hair and make-up. There was an accident on the road so we were a few minutes late but I don't think anyone really noticed.

Kyle looked gorgeous in his suit and his speech was great. I do have to admit that I was more excited about the dance part but the graduation wasn't bad either. The dance was everything I had imagined an American dance to be. It wasn't that booty shaking I had gotten used to at school dances, it was like real dancing. I met plenty of Kyle's friends and they were all really open and welcoming.

After the dance Kyle had to take me back home. I couldn't believe the day had passed so quickly and there was going to be another week without seeing him. We were there by midnight but I didn't leave the car until like 2 a.m. We were just talking - and cuddling - and I really didn't want to let him go. That night is the night I can never forget. When we were sitting in the car and just looking into each others eyes, Kyle told me he loved me. I had been thinking about the same thing but I didn't want to be the one to say it first. I still can't believe the effect it had on me. I just started crying and shaking. I tried to say "I love you too" but it was hard to get the words out. I think we were both floating above the ground after that night. I can't remember the time I had been happier.

Love, May