It was 20 years ago today, that my boyfriend took a phone call then told me he had to go out for a short while. When he came back, he had a single red rose and a ring. He asked me to marry him, and I said “Yes!”
He didn’t make any elaborate plans of the perfect way to propose, he just got the call that the ring was ready and did it. It was perfect. 😉
My father wished he had asked his permission, but the more he got to know him the less that really mattered. He knew that my now husband was good for me, and I know it too. I was at risk of making a mess out of my life…. hanging out with the wrong crowd, and heading down a bad path. My future hubby told me I had to change to keep him, and it was sure worth it.
My mother had passed earlier that year, so she never got to give me her opinion of him. I know she would have loved him. He is an artist like she was, so I’m sure they would have bonded over their love/talent of drawing.
There have been good and bad times over the past 20 years, but even considering those, my husband wrote me a note this morning saying it was the best decision of his life to ask. Being that we are “soulmates and whatnot”. 🙂 He is HILARIOUS, and I love him so much!
I have spent more than half of my life with him, and wouldn’t want it any other way.
I am a work in progress… at least I hope I am making progress, and I am so lucky he has stayed with me through it all.