Here’s the title of your post: “An Offer I Couldn’t Refuse.”
Set a timer for ten minutes, and write it. Go!
“Will you marry me, baby?”
I could hardy stop sobbing long enough to spit out the words “As soon as I can.”
Did he even have to ask? This man I had secretly loved for the better part of my life? This man who had climbed mountains and moved 1200 miles to be near me? This man who had given up everything to be with me? Was there even a chance I would say no?
We knew the road ahead of us would be long and difficult, but where we had been wasn’t easy, and we had come through it together. We could now face anything and everything. Together. United. As one. Someday, we would make it official.
It bothered him that he blurted the question with no ring. But when he bought a $3 mood ring, borrowing 2 of those dollars from me, we laughed and laughed. I wore that silly three dollar thing until a real ring took it’s place.
And now, looking back on that moment, my heart skips a beat. There’s no way in the world I could have ever said no. It was our fate to be together, as man and wife. Even though it took almost 30 years from the time of the first proposal to the time we said “I do”.
25 years away from each other couldn’t change the fact that we were meant for each other.
Now as we settle in to married life, I look forward to the second half of my life with my first love. Getting old doesn’t seem so awful now, as we will do it together. Like it was written somewhere for us to do.
Things are finally as they should be.