I’m still working on writing my how we met story, but this little trip to Florida has sort of put that to the side. But I had to share this story today, because seven years ago today, February 12, 2005, my man asked me to be his wife.
Valentine’s Day was on a Monday that year. We had classes, so we decided to each plan a weekend on either end of Valentine’s Day. My man decided he wanted the first weekend. All he told me was to dress casual. I sort of wondered if he would ask but I tried really hard not to think about it. I wanted to be surprised. I tend to over-think everything, which makes surprising me difficult.
He picked me up around 9, I think. I was wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and a hoodie…so fancy, you know? He had a cooler, maps (before GPS), and lots of secrets. I tried to guess what we were doing the whole time. I finally figured out the first thing. We were going horseback riding! He remembered the one time I mentioned that I had never ridden a horse by myself. We rode through the woods with Table Rock Mt in the background. We had fun!
Next stop was for lunch. We drove to a state park for lunch. Earlier in the year we had visited a state park in the area. My man thought we were heading to that park. Little did he know that he mixed up two nearby state parks. We drove around the state park trying to find where we thought we were supposed to be. At this point I started thinking, “There’s no way he is proposing today.” My man is thorough. He would have maps printed, exact times set, etc. There was no way he would get lost on the day he was going to propose.
We settled on a nice spot by a lake (with Table Rock in the background) to eat our lunch. The park was fairly empty (it was February, after all). We sat and ate a delicious lunch and chatted. After lunch I was just sitting on the blanket, and my man says, “Wanna skip rocks?” At this point I thought, “This is our special date? We’re skipping rocks?” We started picking up our lunch. I was shaking out the blanket when I heard him call my name. When I turned around he was down on one knee. I was shocked, and maybe a little ashamed that I had those few unkind thoughts moments earlier. I don’t remember exactly what he said. I wish I did. But I know I said yes. (I might have said, “Seriously?” first.)
We ended up finding the other state park, and it was crowded. We’re pretty glad we had our own private lunch at the first park. We headed home, where I found a dozen roses waiting for me. We dressed up and went to a Japanese hibachi grill for supper, then downtown for ice cream. My man even stopped so that I could tell my best friends in person.
We’ve been through a lot in the last seven years. We’ve lived in five homes, two states, finished grad school, had two kids, and the journey is just getting started. I know this, though, I wouldn’t take back that “yes” for any reason.
I love you, Babe! Thanks for asking.
By the way, I don’t remember what we did on my date weekend, but I know it wasn’t nearly as exciting as the weekend before!