Josh and I went with his family to New York City this past weekend to celebrate our engagement. His parents and sister were staying with his aunt, but Josh and I got a hotel room. We pulled up to the hotel and Mrs. Anderson said, "we've stayed here before." That's when I realized it was the hotel that we stayed at my junior year for our high school choir trip.
It was pretty funny. I kept thinking about my younger self, and how all I wanted back then was a few minutes with Josh and now I'm going to get a lifetime. It's pretty crazy to think that the last time I was there, I was a high school girl with an enormous crush on a boy, and now I'm a grown woman celebrating her engagement to that same boy.
I was telling him how badly I wanted to see him, and how glad I was that he had stopped by that day to see his mother. He laughed at me and said, "I wasn't here to see my mother." I asked him what he meant and he said, "I was here to see you, silly!" I really had a hard time believing this - maybe because in my mind for the past 11 years was a story about him coming to see his mom that day. He insisted, "I love my mom, but I was here to see the hot girl that I was couldn't get out of my head. I had a one track mind with you on repeat." This made me very happy. I kind of wish I could go back and tell 2005 Nicole that he's way more into her than she knows!
It was a nice weekend. Mrs. Anderson, Lauren and I went to a spa on Saturday for a girl's day, and then we went out to a fancy dinner that night, brunch Sunday morning and then we came back to Pennsylvania.
Josh is on summer break now and he decided not to take a summer job. I'm going to work part time this summer. The only thing that is really going on at the studio in the summer is fitness classes, and the dance competition (which I am not in). It will be nice for us to have some down time together. We want to travel but we haven't figured what we are going to do yet. I really don't care. I am just glad that we are getting a fun summer together.
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