A friend I had know for several years through Rotary (who says Rotary Club isn't fun?) and I started hanging out. We were literally just hanging out, because you know...I didn't want to get involved since it was only a few months until I moved away. And them BAM, it happen, we were in a relationship...we even had the DTR talk and everything. So move along a few weeks (yep, weeks) and I had one of the worst days as work...as in...it it stunk it up. When I came home I peeled off my work clothes and switched into leggings and probably my oldest sweatshirt (I was a vision) and went to my sweet man's house. I walked out into the field where he was walking his dogs and we down-loaded about work and headed back to his house. When I walked in there was a gorgeous, huge bouquet of perfectly pink flowers and he told me they were for my "special day." Special Day? I leaned over to smell those wonderful flowers and turned around and there he was holding a box with a sparkly ring and asking me to marry him. I was in awe...this handsome man who is so full of sweetness, love, fun, laughter, honesty, and integrity was asking me...YES ME, to marry him! No one has ever surprised me more. Of course, I had to say yes...it was love.
Oh, and that box does have a light in it...to be continued.
OMIGOSH!!! Super congratulations!!! My mom & stepdad only dated for 3 weeks before they got engaged. They were in their late 40's then & both said, "When you've done this before, you know what you want, you know how short life is, and you know it's not worth waiting around."
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