This is a bit late in the writing, but this past Wednesday, March 25, marked the 7th anniversary of Jaime and I as a couple! It’s hard to believe that our dating relationship started 7 years ago — in so many ways, it does seem like it was such a short time ago when we were going out to Espresso Royale and getting to know one another. Last year, Jaime chronicled my sneaky attempts to get her interested in me. And while I can neither confirm nor deny my intentions in that instance, I can certainly attest that our trip to Canada falls firmly into the realm of pursuing more than a friendship 🙂
The story is really pretty simple. Jaime was finishing her degree in Speech Pathology, and the final semester involved student teaching in a classroom in Danville. Unfortunately, Spring Break for this school didn’t line up with the U of I’s spring break, so any lengthy trips for either break were out of the question. Jaime mentioned to a group of us that she was looking for something to do over the few days she did have (Wednesday evening thru Sunday), and somehow it came up that she’d never been to Canada. Coming from Northern Minnesota, I jumped at the chance to make a trip to Canada happen for her!
Of course, Jaime wasn’t quite ready to travel 600 miles with just me, so she invited Alyssa M, Nina C, and Sean B to come too. In the end, Nina and Alyssa had to back out, so Jaime, Sean and I packed our things into Jaime’s little red Nissan and left for our first stop: My parent’s house in Proctor, MN, just outside of Duluth. That’s right, I suckered her into meeting my parents before we even started dating!
As a bit of background, I should probably mention that at this point, Jaime and I had been hanging out as friends for a while, gradually spending more and more time together and getting to know each other. We’d already had a conversation earlier that month in which Jaime had shared with me that she needed time to sort things out from her past relationship, and didn’t want to hurt me or have me just be a rebound guy or something, and I was totally on board with that. No need to rush things. So I didn’t rush things. But I was definitely getting more and more interested in this amazing friend named Jaime…
We arrived late Wednesday night, so on Thursday we took it easy, and took a break from driving. Apparently, while I was showering that morning, Jaime was grilling my parents in the other room about all the minute details of my childhood and their marriage. I think she learned more details about my childhood and parents in those 20 minutes than I could recall from my own memory now! We spent time that day eating lunch with my Grandpa and his friend Jeanie, hanging out with my parents, touring my undergrad alma mater, and playing games with some of my old college friends. In other words, the trip so far was one big episode of “This Is Your Life” starring me — all according to plan…
Friday was all about fulfilling that humble dream that prompted the trip in the first place — getting Jaime to Canada, eh? We hopped in the car and headed up the North Shore of Lake Superior towards the booming metropolis of Thunder Bay, Ontario, just across the Canadian border, more than a 4 hour drive away. Other than an urgent restroom emergency along an almost completely deserted stretch of highway, we made it to Thunder Bay without incident. We ate some quality Finnish cuisine at The Hoito Restaurant, had custom Canada t-shirts made at a local mall to commemorate our trip, and visited frozen Kakabeka Falls.

It was around this time that we did not go bowling in Canada. Jaime suggested it, but Sean and I decided it was getting too late. This was the only mistake in an otherwise perfect first trip to Canada — not because people should bowl in Canada, but because Hallmark saw fit to print a greeting card a year or two later that said, “Let’s go bowling in Canada. That way when we are old, we can say, ‘Remember that time we went bowling in Canada?'” Thank you, Hallmark — because of you, I will never live that down…
Now by the drive home that night, I think Jaime and I were both secretly thinking that we were great as a couple, and that we should start dating. But both of us were also acutely aware that on this trip we were not just a couple — poor Sean was dragged around with us two unrequited-lovebirds trying to play it cool and not make him feel left out of anything. That night, after a whole day of holding back so we wouldn’t make Sean feel out-of-place, Jaime found a quiet moment to squeeze my hand, letting me know that she was becoming more than a friend.
Saturday morning, we said our farewells to my parents and left for the Twin Cities. We had a blast running around the Megamall and the Minnesota Children’s Museum in St. Paul, and we crashed at (strangely enough) my ex-girlfriend’s parent’s house for the evening. The Anderson’s were generous hosts, and even brought us to church the next morning, before we began the long journey back to Urbana. Jaime and I both did a lot of thinking during that drive; by the time we got back, we were all exhausted. We ended back at my place, at which point Sean hightailed it out of there to escape us as quickly as possible. With Sean gone, Jaime and I both said we had something to say to each other. I let Jaime go first, and she just told me that I didn’t have to worry about her being ready anymore. I was thrilled that I let her go first, ’cause I was gonna say that it was too hard being this close without dating, and I was gonna need us to back off a bit if it still wasn’t time!
I think instead I just told her that we’d talk tomorrow, and on that next day, March 25, 2002, we made it official. Our friends quickly started calling us the Poulson’s (our combined last names), and we’ve been a happy couple since. Seven beautiful years together, getting degrees, getting engaged, getting jobs, getting married, getting a dog, getting a house, and most recently, getting two beautiful children. I can’t even imagine what amazing things the next seven years will hold!
Happy belated dating anniversary to us!