Thursday, February 19, 2009

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!!

9 comments:

Wendyburd1 said...

Awww! But we went from date one to proposal!! I am into the story girl!!

That Girl said...

Beautiful. And it's true that the best part should be 'locked away in our hearts' - love it.

Unknown said...

Great story. Nothing quite so romantic in my life but this is great

Erin said...

We all have our special moments, don't we? How special!

Barbaloot said...

Not to take away from the romantic proposal story or anything (which was sweet as is the letter following)---but pink boots? Really? Where'd you get them? Please tell me you still wear them.

Heatherlyn said...

There ARE so many different kinds of love. When you find that one kind, the kind that really IS forever. It is kind of, well, awesome. It's something to just be in awe of. Because as little girls and young women I think we want to believe that there is a "fairy tale" out there somewhere. And then when it turns out to be your life, more normal but just as everlasting as a "fairy tale" you stand back in awe and wonder.

I'm so glad you have been sharing your love. Obviously, even if you weren't expecting this experience, even if you were skeptical and even cynical about it in the beginning, you can embrace it now. Isn't that happiness?

suzie said...

So sweet!!!

rachel said...

A very tender and sacred moment...

Boy Mom said...

I just love sweet tender men, I love the inspiration that gives them the desire and courage to propose. I strive to treat my Adorable Hubby the way I want my boys treated by their spouse.

Thanks for sharing your beautiful story, it's made me feel so tender towards Adorable Hubby and men in general. We women can be messed up emotional little things under the best of circumstances. Thank Heavens for the wonderful men that love us.

on marriage

'Will you, um, marry me?' I haven't seen you in weeks! You don't look happy or excited about the prospect of our marriage! You're asking me to give up my - my freedom, my joie de vivre for an institution that fails as often as it succeeds? And why should I marry you anyway? I mean, why do you wanna marry me? Besides some bourgeois desire to fulfill an ideal that society embeds in us from an early age to promote a consumer capitalist agenda?
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