That's What She Said
“Yes” - That's what she said
“She,” in this case, would be me. In case you missed the multiple videos, pictures, and comments on Facebook, I got engaged! Yes, he's been calling me his fiance' for years now. I was OK with that. However, when ever he asked about when we were getting married my reply was always, “not until you formally ask me.” I wanted the fairy tale, the over-the-top, surrounded by friends, romantic, memorable engagement. And boy did he ever pull it off!
Allen surprised me by popping the question during the Great American Trucking Show in Dallas.
Surprise would be an understatement! I was totally caught off guard. No clue! You see, in the past we have taken a few romantic vacations. More than once I remember thinking, “THIS is when he's going to ask me.” At truck show's though, I'm all business and networking. I didn't see it coming. But when it's right, it's right. Allen is the right man for me. He is the man I should have been with all along. This time around it was right, and we both knew it from the start, or well, the re-start.
You see, we dated 25 years ago. We were both in our 20s, young, and each in the middle of a crazy life respectively. He and his family had lost everything in Miami due to Hurricane Andrew, relocated to the Florida panhandle, and were starting over. I was a young single mother from a small town in central Florida, isolated and figuring things out after being abandoned in the Florida panhandle.
“Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world. She took the midnight train going anywhere.” “Just a city boy, born and raised in a South Detroit. He took the midnight train going anywhere.”
We dated for about a year. Then one day out of the blue he ended the relationship. I knew what the deal was. A 25-year-old young man is rarely ready for a ready-made family. That is a huge and daunting responsibility. Heart-broken, but understanding, I spent several months working double shifts to be able to move back “home,” where my family lived in central Florida.
Fast forward 20 years.
“Highway run into the midnight sun Wheels go round and round, you're in my mind. Restless hearts, sleep alone tonight Sending all my love along the wire”
Imagine my surprise when returning home from work one day to a Facebook message from Allen asking if I was “Carebear” (my nickname and CB handle), and if so would I call him. With help from his sister and mother he was able to find me, thanks to the internet and social media. He told me that breaking up with me all those years ago was the biggest mistake. He figured I was still happily married, 2 kids, the dog, the white picket fence... Yeah, so not the case.
After talking for weeks, he convinced me to come visit him for a long weekend. We spent time with his sister, his mom, his best friend. We went out on several dates. We went for boat rides. And we talked for days. The entire time, just as he was when we were in our 20s, he was the epitome of absolute gentleman! Shhhh, don't let him know I said that. He'd complain I'm ruining his asshole reputation. When it was time for me to go back home, he told me “You know you're only going home to pack your stuff and come right back here. I let you go 20 years ago, I'm not letting you go again.”
“Lying beside you here in the dark Feeling your heartbeat with mine. Softly you whisper, you're so sincere 'How could our love be so blind?' We sailed on together. We drifted apart And here you are by my side”
Three weeks later, just before Christmas, I was moved in and we haven't looked back since. It has been a fairy tale, the one I always dreamed about as a little girl. The man of my dreams and a life filled with love and happiness. He treats me like a princess, and he is without a doubt my King! He makes me laugh and keeps me sane, or at least puts up with my frequent spells of insanity. He finds me when I get lost deep down some random rabbit hole. He makes life interesting, and we both have lots of fun along the way.
Maybe I'm selfish for having wanted the fairy tale proposal surrounded by friends. Perhaps? But I don't really care. I've got my perfect man. Not “perfect”, but perfect for me. We compliment each other. Yin and Yang. He knows me, understands me, and loves me despite it, or perhaps because of it.
So while it surprised me, as in not expecting the proposal in that moment, it does not surprise me he went over the top, months in the planning, to make a special memory for us. That's just how he is. It is one of the many reasons I love this man.
That's our story in a nutshell. Huge thank yous to all our friends who were able to be there at GATS, at the Red Eye Radio stage, and helped make this such a memorable day. Thank you to everyone who knew and kept the secret! I love surprises, and this certainly was the surprise of a lifetime for me.
Now you all just have to put up with my OCD of trying to plan a wedding and celebration. It wouldn't be the same without all of you!