Yesterday was a great day, especially for Ray. He ate up every single 1 and 11 of the day... and has the documentation to prove it.
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| Ray's gas-mileage odometer also rolled over 111.1 miles yesterday. A good sign indeed. |
Ray and eleven have been SPECIAL friends since he was a teenager. I think the bond is only getting stronger. Some of my favorite memories of Ray, eleven and I:
I. One Sunday when Ray and I were dating, we went for a walk down to the Ballard boat locks so we could watch all the boats get elevator-ed between the Puget Sound and Lake Union. While we were looking at the boats I asked Ray what he would someday name his boat (when he got one). He didn't even look over at me. He just kept watching the boats and in a monotone voice said, "you don't even need to ask. You already know the answer." I quickly started scanning my brain trying to recall if we'd already had this conversation in the past. When I felt confident we hadn't, I fixated on the idea that maybe he was suggesting he would name it after
me. I was suddenly
sure that was what he meant. I couldn't decide whether that made me feel good or weird. THEN, it dawned on me... he wasn't suggesting he would name his boat after me. I looked at him and said, "you'll name it Eleven-Eleven, huh?" He said, "yup."
Later that night I would declare I loved him for the first time. He would get mad at me and say I 'd stolen his thunder because I said it first. I would tell him I got tired of waiting and couldn't hold it in anymore.
II. Ray still wakes me up occasionally at 11:11pm to kiss me and say, "I love you. Happy eleven-eleven." Then we both fall back asleep.
III. Last night (when I got home from the hospital and Ray got home from a full day of snowboarding in Utah for work), we got out our Sake cups, filled them with orange juice, waited for 11:11pm to arrive, and toasted to our happiness. We even figured out how to set the timer on the camera so we could document it.
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| Ray and I both home from a LONG day of work and taking a picture to document 1-11-11 as a day in our lives. |
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| Toasting and trying to figure out the camera timer. The alarm clock between us says 11:11. |
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| Toasting in front of the other clock in our house that still said 11:11... after missing Ray's head in the last shot. |
Two-thousand and ELEVEN is going to be a great year.
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When Ray read your comment tonight he said (and I quote), "it isn't so much Ray loving eleven... it's eleven loving Ray." I guess eleven picked him. Happy birthday a day late.
Cali