I didn’t live with him, but he did propose to me in the house I helped him pick out. The same place we would later call our home. I was standing in the kitchen waiting to go out on a dinner date. He was leaning on the counter and seemed to be a bit nervous. He had a blue piece of paper in his hand and I thought to myself “… it can’t be divorce papers we weren’t even married yet …” It was a poem he had printed from the internet. When he read it aloud to me it didn’t matter that he hadn’t written it because I could feel the love he had for me. He proposed and I told him I would have to think about it. Haha. Just kidding. I eagerly accepted.
Turns out it was a really good thing I had accepted his proposal. Our pre-planned dinner date turned out to be a party at Baker Street Pub where we had our first meeting the year before. He had arranged for friends and family to be there before we arrived. I’m glad he was so confident that I would accept his proposal!
After a night of fun and celebration we went back to his house to wake up to a beautiful sunrise. One I can never forget because now I get to wake to it every morning.
We were married in a small ceremony with family and friends four months later. His two sons stood up for him. And my two sons stood up for me. Both of us had lost our fathers earlier in life but we were both blessed to have our mothers with us.
That was August 22, 2008. Five years ago today. We have been through alot and will no doubt go through much more. And although our story is not your traditional fairy tale romance, we definitely live up to that old cliche of saving the best for last!