Okay, okay....yes, one date to proposal...keeping in mind that at Cece's request I HAD to write the proposal...however there is a great deal left unsaid about our courtship.
From St. Patrick's day to shoe trees...I am reliving the moments of our falling in love.
My Mr. B.; no one could have told me that there was such a man.
I do believe that part of being so in love comes from the intense desire that I have come to know as my soul needing to believe.
I was the least of the believers in love. I still to this day CAN NOT begin to know; why ME??? Why did I get to be so lucky?
ME, who had not a clue that love could be this. Not knowing even a mothers love as a child. Not knowing a couples love from my parents example, for there was no love there.
There is now, or at least an appreciation.
I know now that my parents were young, and they didn't understand love then any more than I did. They were not really even trying to make it, and they didn't.
And if I could have sabotaged my own true love I would have. But thanks to Mr. B, thanks to him fighting for something that I was willing to give up, we have made it thus.
We have made it longer than my parents, and with my desire now to believe; in an institution of love and marriage, in my soul I do believe....in fairy tales.
Tomorrow is our anniversary....and there is much to tell.
Still dating to this day....I shall reveal...
'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?