One year ago today I stood in my closet staring at my options. Excitement, aggravation, anticipation in my heart as I wondered how the evening would unfold. Led to believe we were headed out to dinner for a double date, I tried to choose something pretty. “Where are we going” was met with ” I don’t remember, but first impressions are important…” How odd. My curiosity was raging.
Looking back I am sure I had his nerves stirred up with my endless questions. As the hours passed I got so impatient with all his vague answers and lack of details that I told him not to pick me up, I would just meet him there. “No baby, this is a date. Remember? You said I am not romantic enough, I will come pick you up.” But I wanted to envision in my mind what we were to do! Little did I know this man had a plan. By the time he got here I was almost mad at him. As he sat on my bed looking at me I hear “Are those new shoes? Do they hurt? Maybe you should put on comfy ones.” You have got to be kidding me. He tells me nothing then dares to critique my wardrobe. I make no eye contact with him, he should take that as a warning, bossing me around, telling me what to wear, unbelievable….”Fine I will just change my outfit.”
Here we go. I still don’t know who they are, how old they are, if they have kids, where we are meeting them, what her name is. He continues to hide his phone from me as he constantly texts someone intently. “What time do we meet them?” As we pass Cool Springs Boulevard and head toward Highway 96 it occurs to me maybe we are going to downtown Franklin. That would be fun! I look at him and get ready to ask him something again, “YOU are asking entirely too many questions”. Fine. I will not say another word until we get to where we are going. What if he is trying to surprise me? I may be spoiling it. I won’t talk.
Red, yellow and blue hot air balloons float along outside. My memory shifts to years ago, I was watching a red hot air balloon and contemplated huge changes in my life, promising myself one day I too would be as happy as those people up there.
As we pull into Pinkerton Park I recall him asking me recently what was the name of the park we visited in the beginning of our courtship. He opened my door for me, leaving his phone in the car. I am determined to be good, relax and enjoy myself. As we head out on the usual trail eventually I notice the most idyllic setup. A pink blanket, lanterns with candles, little wooden crates, a dainty water decanter, all set up for a picnic any princess would swoon over. And we seem to be headed towards it. “Baby that is so sweet! Wonder where the couple is?” The closer we get I see a familiar sight. That must be our cuddle blanket from his sofa at home. HMMMMMMM……”You recognize that blanket?”
Flowers in my favorite colors, a yummy little picnic with foods picked out just for me and the sun is saying goodbye to us. It’s that magic moment in the early evening when the light around you makes everything glow warm and golden. What a perfect night , the weather is a delight. We were supposed to watch the Notebook on his laptop but he forgot it when we left. So, I turned on Pandora. Music adds to the ambiance.
“Dance with me please? Its my favorite love song!!” He refuses and says he has to pack all this up so that he can go home. He has to get back to work. I am disappointed as I take one more sip of water, ready to help him gather things up. But he hesitates on one knee, knelt down beside me. He is looking at me as I turn towards him. I see his hand come out of his pocket and hear the sweetest phrase “Will you marry me?” I am in total shock, rendered speechless (finally). The love song plays around us as I wonder how he pulled all this off. The prettiest ring I have ever seen slides onto my finger as the one my soul longs for embraces me.
My dream came true. No way, no how this could have ever been any better, any more romantic and fitting. My favorite chapter in our love story. Happy Anniversary to the love of my life. Thank you for choosing me.