I know this is longer than 750 words, and for that, I apologize. I hope after you read it, you’ll understand.
To truly give you an appreciation of the story of how I asked my fiance to marry me, I must tell you a little about her, and us.
Here is our story…..
My fiance, Lyndi, is a singularly amazing person. Note that I said “person” and not just “woman”. She is the most giving, tender, witty, engaging, outgoing, and thoughtful person I have ever known. She treats me like a king, and not because she is subserviant…..she and I are locked in some kind of epic “Love War”…by which I mean that we are always treating each other with love, respect, and mutual devotion…..almost as though we are trying to “out-love” the other. Hence, the “Love War”
I had seen Lyndi for the first time months before we talked. She was so beautiful (and still is), that I thought there was no way someone like her would be single. How could she be? A woman as radiant as she ought to have a line of men around the block waiting for the chance to cross paths with her. One day, despite my concerns, I saw my opportunity….and I took it.
December, 2003: I saw her in the parking structure, getting the windshield repaired after a recent chip to the glass. I noticed her standing there, managed to say “Nice car”. This, of course, thrilled her (Oh, how she loves that car), and we struck up a conversation…..she agreed to go out to lunch with me, and I was hooked. The conversation, the intelligence, the humor of this woman completely fascinated me, and I was hers.
Fast-forward to Super Bowl Sunday, 2004. While I would normally be watching the game, thoughts of her prevented any interest in it. So, I decided to take my young son to a Chuck-E-Cheese for some fun, and I called her too see if she would join us. She agreed, and off we went. It was there, in the play area, that she told me she wanted to by in a commited relationship with me. The Voyager Probe never flew so high.
I have learned over these months just how incredible she is, and we began to discuss a future together. She is totally unique, with a groovy art-deco/retro stylr, and she. So, I decided that any proposal befitting my Lyndi must be as unique and original as she.
We went together to search for and purchase her ring, so she knew it was coming, but not precisely when. I spoke to her boss, and he conspired with me to arrange a “company meeting”, which would feature a “special guest speaker”. I sent via e-mail several pictures of she and I to a co-worker of hers….places we’ve been, things we’ve done, memories we’ve made. Brenda, (the co-worker) set it all to music in a PowerPoint presentaion, and the wheels were in motion. Several others were enlisted to help me pull it off, and NO ONE reveald a thing to her. I still find it hard to believe that she didn’t find out ahead of time.
Friday, November 5, 2004: The meeting starts, and her boss introduces the “guest speaker”, and in I come. 50 people in the room, and better than half of them knew what was coming…but the look on her face was one of complete shock….I describe it as “happily mortified”.
I began to tell the assembled how much Lyndi means to me, and was about to begin the PwerPoint, when I said “someone’s missing”…I stepped out of the room, and came back in with her mother, who had made a secret trip to Denver, at my invitation, to be there for the special moment. Her mother sat down, and I began the presentation.
During the show and my speech, every woman in the room was crying…Lyndi was smiling from ear to ear, still spinning in a rush of emotion as she knew our lives were about to change, and only for the better. The guys in the room were even a little touched (although one later admitted that there was a general feeling amongst them that I had just blown the curve for the single guys……oops!)
On my knee, I asked Lyndi if she give me the unmatched privilege of being her husband. She was able to squeak out a “Yes”, and I still stand in amazement that I get to remain hers forever.
Sorry this is so long, but to understand the magnitude of that moment, you must first understand the magnitude of my love for her.
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