saturday july. 26th.2008 was a great day.
it was the day i finally decided to make an honest woman out of elisha. the day started off like any other....household chores, late breakfast and grocery shopping. at the back of my mind loomed the moment when i might pop the question.
as the day progressed, money came up and as usual, caused us to quarrel. we were both so upset at the lack of money we had we stopped speaking. great, i thought. how am i ever going to ask her now? the original plan was to ask her later that night at a fireworks display...cheesy, i know, but also tried and tested.
eventually tempers cooled enough and we began to discuss money and how we had to sit down and start thinking of money in terms of ours, not mine and hers. as the conversation progressed, the word unified kept coming up and suddenly a light went off in my head...when would i get an opening as good as this again?
i excused myself and went to my nightside table where the ring had been waiting patiently the last 2 days. as i put the ring in my hand and walked back towards my beloved, i felt disembodied as if i was watching my body from above. each step seemed heavy and laboured as my nerves tried to overtake my rationality. i willed my feet to move me forward as i swallowed the lump which had formed in my throat.
i finally laid eyes on her and my nervousness doubled. i willed myself onward, my brain repeating the same thing over in a rapid, machine gun-like blur...askheraskheraskheraskher until....
"I don't really know how to say this..." i pull the ring out of my pocket.
the girl whom i have loved since i was 18 began to cry and all she could manage was a high-pitched "Honey!"
i got down on one knee and asked those four little words that would begin anew our life together.
"will you marry me?"
she threw her arms around me and sobbed the word "YES!" we both were in a state of hysteria mixed with absolute elation.
finally, after so many years together on this adventure called life, we will be together always.
and i couldn't be more happy about it.
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