Please, tell me your love story. I was reading the newspaper this morning and saw that they were requesting love stories from their readers. They labeled it "Are You Romeo and Juliet?" However, since the thought of hearing love stories about two 14-year-olds who pretend to die/actually do die seems rather depressing, I'd ask "Are You Bogey and Bacall?", "Are You Scarlett and Rhett?" or even something like "Are You Lady and the Tramp?" OK, maybe the last one is a bit of a stretch, but, who hasn't wanted to try a real live accidental "spaghetti kiss" at one time or another, huh? Don't lie! Anyway, this is my love story...
The most romantic thing my husband ever did was when he asked me to marry him. The night before Valentine's Day, 19 years ago, he took me up to Big Bear where we stayed at a quiet, little Bed & Breakfast. He had planned this evening for weeks, a fact I was completely blind to at the time. After we had checked in, we got a quick tour of the place. My husband had arranged to have my favorite movies available for us to watch at the B&B's TV downstairs. Then, he decided that he was hungry. So, we went to a beautiful, small French restaurant in town.
On each table, there was a single red rose in a vase. However, on our table was a large bouquet. This had been arranged well ahead of time. I was, again, blissfully unaware that I was receiving "special" flower treatment until our waitress commented on what a beautiful bouquet it was and how special I must be to be the only one in the restaurant with them. I blushed and thanked my (then) boyfriend.
We proceeded to have a magnificent meal. After our meal, our waitress brought out two "desserts" that were both placed under silver domes. The first one was a raspberry cheesecake (how the hell did I remember that?). Once they lifted the cover of the second "dessert", I saw a small black box presented beautifully on a china plate. My husband hurriedly got down on one knee, gently grasped my hand and asked me if I would marry him. On the overhead system, "When a Man Loves a Woman" was playing. I could only nod my "yes" since I didn't trust my voice enough to open my mouth. The wait staff were huddled around the corner, excitedly waiting for our event. The entire place erupted in applause and congratulations after he popped the question.
I couldn't get a good look at the ring until I was able to wipe the tears of joy from my eyes. We finished our edible dessert as I quizzed him about how he was able to do this without me even suspecting anything. It was also at that time that I let him know I had already confided in my roommate that, if he didn't propose to me by midnight that evening, I was going to propose to him. I just felt it was time we decided to take "the next step" since we had been dating for 2 years already. Apparently (lucky for me), so did he.
While we were talking, he kept looking nervously out the window to the snowy street outside. When I asked him why, he said that he had planned to have someone take us out for a ride in the wintry night in a horse-drawn sleigh. But those plans were dependent on whether the guy who owned the sleigh had to clear the roads (he was an employee of the city). He ended up having to work so that didn't happen. However, I quickly reassured my husband that I was not disappointed in the least. The night was perfect as it was.
The following year, on February 20th, 1993, we got married and have remained so ever since. Because my husband proposed to me on Valentine's Day (eve), my wedding ring has a heart-shaped diamond at its center. While our life together hasn't always been moonlight and roses, it's definitely been quite a ride. And that's MY love story. Please, tell me yours!
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