
...the man of my dreams (yes, Kev :)) got down on his knee and asked me to be his wedded wife (though probably not in those exact words) :) I've gotta say that that day seems like it was a century ago, yet still the memory is so vivid. I don't remember the events of the day nor even what day of the week it was (maybe a Friday?)...but I remember going to his basement apartment that day and walking into his room and seeing the most beautiful red roses sitting up on his dresser (for me, of course) :) And then next to that was this beautiful crystal (I think it was a bear...isn't that awful I don't remember...I used to collect crystals back in the day when I didn't have kids around to break them!) :) Anyway...I don't remember exactly what the card on the roses said, but it was incredibly sweet and I'm sure if I would have read more into the card then I would have known what was in store for the night :) (the roses didn't clue me in cuz Kev used to buy them for me all the time...what a guy!) :) Anyway...so all I remember after that was going to Olive Garden (the one on 28th St. in GR near our college)....and all throughout dinner he kept handing me these fake metal rings in those little plastic egg containers...like the ones your kids always want to have a quarter for, so they can get them out of the machine. Well, he kept giving them to me while we were eating....and I'd laugh and think "what is up with this guy?" :) Ok...I'm sure I didn't think that....it was kind of an inside joke that he'd never propose to me and I think one time I said I'd have to buy my own ring out of a machine in order for him to propose :) So, with a sense of humor that he always has he decided to go with that joke :) Ok...so the ring thing continued for some time...I still have all the rings somewhere...and I'm sure there were like 10 of them. Anyway...finally he hands me another one of those cheapy ring containers, but I could tell the contents of this one were different...this "fake" ring sparkled much more than the others....and sure enough...he slid off his booth seat and got down on one knee and in some form or fashion he asked me to be his wife?! I really have no idea what was said as I was just looking at the ring and saying "Oh my gosh" over and over again :) I'm not even sure I ever said "yes"...but I think he got the ring out and put it on my finger and I guess that said it all :) It was a beautiful/special night...really....it was. I know Olive Garden sounds so "unromantic"...but it was the only way he could semi-surprise me by making the night semi-normal. I would not have fallen for a beach proposal or something else over-the-top. That would have been a dead give away. I mean who would really guess that their boyfriend would pop the question in the midst of people feeding their faces with Italian food?! :) But, I will say I knew that he was buying a ring. I didn't intend to be snoopy....but I always cleaned his apt and I ran across a ring receipt one day...it was a total accident, but that kind of clued me in that he indeed wanted to make our relationship permament (or that he wanted to marry someone else :)) Only thing was he had returned that ring, which I didn't know at the time, and he had driven all the way to Indy to get this new ring cuz when I had seen it on our trip to see his parents I told him I loved it...it was the most unique ring I'd ever seen...white and yellow gold with a thick, square band and a oval diamond in the middle with two smaller round diamonds on the side. Well, I know he liked the ring too so he took his best bud, Seth (I think)...and drove all the way down here (5 hours) to buy the ring. The funny thing is...he had it shipped to GR only to have it get "misplaced" in the house mailbox so when it came time for our trip to FL to see my parents for Christmas (where he had hoped to propose on my 21st b-day)....he didn't have the ring yet. So...needless to say he had to rework things (or at least that's what I remember happening...maybe Kev remembers it all differently??). I just remember coming home from dinner that evening and sharing the exciting news with my Calvin friends...and then calling my parents in FL to "break the news". I know my mom was a bit baffled at first and probably not too pleased that I was planning on getting married in the midst of my college career (but she warmed up to the idea and I know she too is glad that someone took her daughter to be their wife :)) So, Jan. 9, 1998 was the glorious day I became a "wife-to-be". And Jan. 9, 1999 it was gonna be...for our wedding date too...one year from the date we got engaged (I thought the date sounded cool 1/9/99)....But, that all had to be reworked due to my nursing interim class at Calvin (that I thought I didn't have to take when I got engaged). So, now you know that Aug. 14, 1998 was not our first wedding day choice. In fact it was not a choice at all...it is what we settled for since we had already booked our beautiful reception hall for Jan. 9, and Aug 14 was the only summer date they had available. It was not ideal...but it really ended up working out great. So much for my winter wedding that I had hoped for...I guess I was meant to be a summer bride :) But, I wouldn't have had it any other way. We got married 7 mos after he popped the question and saying "yes" that Jan. 9 day in chilly GR in the good ol' Italian restaurant with my handful of fake rings and my one beautiful one...well, it was the best decision of my life and I have been thankful every day since that God put me at Calvin where I could meet Kev and that somehow Kev thought enough of me in our 16 mos of dating to ask me to be his wife (I really had him fooled and I'm sure there are days now that he might want to trade me in for a "nicer model") :) I know we've had our ups and downs, but I wouldn't have wanted to go on this roller coaster of marriage with anyone else. I am blessed beyond my wildest dreams. So, here's to you, Kev....the best and most generous, loving, patience and kind man I know. Thanks for popping the question a decade ago...I am a grateful receiver of the gift of your love.