April 4th…I know it has some significance but what? As I ponder a sweet, warm scent of memory floats through. 14 years ago today, 1 month after Gramama passed, the day of DCs funeral (a dear Unity friend) Phil and I were in the basement of our home in South Bend watching TV. During a commercial I told Phil that someday, I wouldn’t mind being his wife. Just like that! I heard myself say that as if I were someone else, but it felt good.
Phil and I had been living together since April of 92′ and dated for a year before I moved in with him. We were doing great, why change? I wondered. Back in the beginning when I was still so insecure he told me point blank, “If you’re looking for a proposal, you’re not going to get one. I’ve been there, done that. But please know that I love you.”
So why now after so many years? We started talking about it, getting a little giddy and anticipatory! A few days go by and we’re still talking about it. Half teasing I said, “You know honey, when you propose to me proper, we can start telling people.”
“I thought you proposed to me!” He said.
“Oh, I guess I did! …and your answer was…..”
We has the shortest engagement ever. 6 months later we had a GREAT party, celebration, wedding. Look forward to my October blogs where I’ll reminisce about the wedding.