First visit

I was coming back from the UK for my mum's birthday and Walter figured that since I traveling across the pond, he might as well travel a couple of hours so that we could meet in person!  I was very excited!

We agreed to meet at a coffee shop.  He had picked up a teddy bear at the airport before leaving, which I thought was cute.  His shirt was tucked in, which I thought was hilarious (and nerdy cute)! Since his brother, sister in-law and nephews lived very close to where we were, he wanted to stop by and say hello.  I didn't think much of it and figured it would be a nice opportunity to meet part of his family.  It didn't cross my mind at the time, that it was relatively quick to be meeting family, but considering I'm a sucker for small children, it was nice to play with his nephews for a little while.

We enjoyed a long walk through downtown.  He held my hand...we flirted...it was all good fun.  We even stole our first kiss behind a cement wall down a deserted walkway!  Things were falling into place.  He treated me well, was respectful, was funny, was considerate and kind...it was great!

I had met Walter's dad, when I went to pick up Walter from the train station the next day.  He was a lovely man.  Water is one of three boys, but his two older brothers are quite a bit older than him (they're my parents' age).  This meant that his dad was my grandpa's age!  Both of his parents, in fact, were absolutely charming.  Great guy and his fabulous family?  Really?!?!  :)

My mum wasn't keen on talking about any boys at this point, considering the fight had only ended a few weeks prior.  But, if I was going to date anyone going forward, there was no way that I was going to hide it.  My parents were going to know about about it and know everything about him - good and bad.  And so, I told my mum about Walter.  She agreed that I could invite him over for dinner so that the family could meet him.  I wanted everything to be in the open, and this was the fastest and easiest way to do this.  Fantastic!

Dinner went well.  My siblings knew about the shirt-tucking-in-syndrome, so my sister decided to tease Walter throughout the evening.  When Walter spoke to my parents, he spoke in perfect Gujarati (which made me think that he was trying really hard, but it was probably just the nerves of meeting my family for the first time).

All-in-all, it was a lovely weekend and I agreed to fly back to see him for the May long weekend, in Halifax, which was five weeks away.

Walter was leaving town a day before me, so I dropped him off to the airport.  As he was leaving, I gave him a stack of cards that I had written - there was one for every week that we wouldn't see each other.  It was something small to make him smile each week.  It was a nice feeling... :)