Catching Up Post #2

Back to the trip. When it was over, Cade volunteered to pick me up from the airport, and when I landed, he was making my phone ring off the hook because he was so excited to see me, he couldn't stand it.
When we got back to my house from the airport, we were just talking and he wouldn't let me get out of arm's reach, which I thought was rather adorable. If I walked too far for him to reach me, he'd follow me until he could put his arm around me again. Grandma thought that was hilariously cute. I did too. When he was leaving, I told him that I remembered he said something would be different, so I said "what's different?" And he basically said that he needed one more day to solidify, but he said he thought he was pretty much ready for a committed relationship. We said goodnight after that, and I went to bed. I should have been ecstatic, what with him suddenly feeling ready to commit! Right?
Nope. I panicked.
I completely panicked.
I woke up the next morning, and I could remember I was thinking about him, but my heart was pounding so fast, and it wasn't a good kind of pounding. I had a feeling of utter dread and terror.
I was confused about it because if that was a sign from God that the relationship wasn't right and I needed to get out of it, why had He been pushing me to stay in the relationship for so long? It didn't add up to me, so I was debating what to do. I was praying in my heart about it, and I had this feeling I should go see my bishop. So, I set up a meeting, and I was going to be visiting with him that night.
That whole day at work, I was jittery and irritable, so I was glad when I got to go home and go directly to my church building.
When I got there, the Bishop welcomed me in, and I told him my dilemma. He asked me some questions about the relationship, and about Cade, to which I answered honestly, and the answers were all in favor of Cade. Then he asked me a very important question.
"Have you kissed him?"
And I said "no.. not really. We had to kiss on the kiss-cam at BYU, but that's the only time." The bishop told me that didn't count, which I agreed with. Bishop asked me some more questions, and then he sat, pondering for a moment, and then he said,
"Ok, I think - and I can't believe I'm telling you this - that you need to, to put it frankly, plant one on him."
My brow furrowed.
"You mean KISS him??" I asked, dumbfounded.
"Yeah. That's what I mean."
We laughed for a solid 5 minutes about that, because honestly, what bishop ever tells two young adults that they need to be kissing? I'd never heard of that before. But, I agreed, and said I would do my part. I had a good feeling about it, and when I got home, I prayed for confirmation of the instruction I was given.
It was a "duh" answer.
So, there was my next quest: to kiss this boy I had sworn I wouldn't kiss until he put a ring on my finger. More of that next time.