Mr. B asks...

This part of the story won't take much to write. For in my heart most of it will stay; locked for my treasure is in that moment. I didn't know that he was going to propose. I didn't dress up. I was in my PINK boots, a warm coat, and oblivious to the beads of sweat forming on his face in the brisk cold of the evening. We had an enjoyable dinner on the top floor of the hotel at Snowbird. He then escorted me from the table, a ride in the elevator, got my door for me and we were on the road, but only for a short ride. He stopped and we walked to the balcony. The snow glisened in the moonlight, he knelt, on the cold ground, and there, in place of the sweat, a tear in his eyes, he asked. I don't really remember his exact words, for the feeling was much stronger than rhetoric. He asked, I said yes. He said something about forever...I said nothing lasts forever. But yes....I want to spend many more moments with you, my B. My best friend, my love, my passion, it was all present in that moment. Looking into his eyes, through my own tears. Tears of surprise, tears of wonder, tears of awe and inspired by his gracious and tender plea. Will you be mine? Yes, over and over. and even forever, for now my heart knows that some things do last, and Mr. B. My promise is forever with you, I do!


To my Cece: thanks for asking.
I love you and I love your daddy; Mr. B.
I do promise forever to both of you,
and even your stinky brothers.

I remember after daddy asked me we went to Grandpa and Grandma's 60th wedding anniversary, and I thought, WOW, some things do last a LONG time. And although at the time I didn't think much of Eternal Love and Marriage, I believe in it now. When you find love, let it be the kind that will last; through thick and thinning hair, through rich and poor, through the highs and lows, and truly for Eternity.

I love you! BOTH!!