I know I am.
But, because I obviously can’t read and my friend, Rachel, made me aware of this fact, I posted her “Meetings, Marriages, and Memories” post on June 6th, instead of July 6th.
This allows me the opportunity to just tell you more stuff about us. I know you’re thrilled. More sappy stories.
And, then, if you haven’t got enough, scroll down to the previous post to see some of our wedding pictures.
So, in honor of Rachel’s carnival
I will add in, as a bonus, the proposal story.
We had only been dating for 3 months.
I think it was actually our 3-month anniversary. Of course, I may be wrong, and I’m sure Beau will correct me because he has the memory of the person who had the best memory in history, whom I’ve not a clue who he/she is, but go with me. He even remembers what I was wearing the night he asked me out, but I don’t. He is the king of remembering trivial facts … getting off subject … OK … going on …
Here’s my memory of it.
We had this special date planned.
That night he did this romantic/creepy thing. He blindfolded me.
My initial reaction was wariness. But, he convinced me otherwise. He wanted everything to be a surprise. Little did he know I was calculating the direction of the car as he drove.
I knew where we were the whole time.
He took me to a nice restaurant in town. We had a romantic, candlelight dinner.
But, he had another place to take me and he put the blindfold back on me.
Because he caught on that I was a master of direction, he took alternate routes and made some crazy turns just to throw me off-course.
We arrived at our destination.
He took me out of the car and proceeded to guide me.
I could hear no sounds, except for the crunching of the leaves under my feet.
My thoughts were: Are we in the forest somewhere? Has he been fooling me this whole time and he’s really an ax murderer and going to kill me? Couldn’t be. No, Mama Belle (except I used my real name in my head), relax. He’s probably just doing something uber-romantic. (He’s the romantic one. I know you’re surprised.)
He finally led me out of the leaves, to a harder surface, and stood me up on some type of pedestal thing.
I was standing in the middle of something called, “The Echo Chamber.” It’s a place near our park and planetarium, where you stand on the middle stoop, speak, and you hear your echo all around you. I didn’t know this at the time.
He said, “I wanted you to be in a place where you could hear these words all around you.”
He proceeded to tell me how much he loved me and didn’t want to ever live without me and all that good stuff.
He then said, “You can take off your blindfold.”
He was on one knee, with a tiny box opened to reveal a diamond ring, and asked that question that would change our lives forever … “Will you marry me?”
I, of course, was quite stunned and shocked. It took me a while to catch my breath and stop giggling. I just kept saying, “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe this. Are you crazy? Oh my gosh. I can’t believe this.”
After a minute, he said, “Well? Are you gonna answer me?”
I said, “Well, yes, of course.”
Fifteen years … I still just look at him sometime and say, “I’m so glad I married you.”
I sure do love that man.

(No, he does not drink.)
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