I met Stacy in college. She was a Senior and I was a Sophomore. I’ll never forget meeting her in our cafteria. It was love at first sight. I even arranged to have a party so I could meet her and ask her out. We dated for a year and I knew she was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
I met with her parents, without her knowing,at the mall food court and asked for her hand in marriage. I was so nervous, but I am an honorable person and felt this was the right thing to do.
I planned the proposal for Valentine’s Day. I went to our local Stoneware Store and made Valentine’s Day plates. I was going to have a romantic picnic in a local park that we would go to.
I picked out the ring with my Mother. I was looking at a modest ring, 1/4 carat, when she grabbed my arm and said, this is the one. Stacy’s going to wear this for the rest of her married life, she won’t ever get a bigger one. This one is it. Boy, did that ring sparkle. It was a full carat and it did outshine all the others laying on that black felt.
The day finally arrived and all the araingements were made. I had ordered a meal of Beef Tenderloin, roasted, garlic red potaoes and baby corn, steamed green beans and chocolate torte.
I had ordered a dozen long stem roses. I had gotten blankets galore. It was snowing and freezing cold.
I went to pick her up and right away, she was a little irritated. I had told her I had a secret. When I walked in she said, there’s something weird going on.
My Mom is acting crazy, you know the other night when she went to the mall, she bought rollerblades!
Now Mom and Dad are going to a skating rink to try them out. (Her mother was 63 yrs old and she brought the skates home to cover where she was that night. Also to get out of the house she said she kknew she would slip and blow the surprise if she around us both.) Then Stacy said, "my Dad is acting strange too." He always sends me some flowers and gets me a little something for Valentine’s Day and I didn’t get anything. He said he was sorry, he just got busy.
When I finally got her in the car, she was really irritated and she said, "If you are planning on going skiing, I’m not going. It’s way to cold! "I assured her it wasn’t skiing and made it to the park. Man, it was cold and we huddled together and laughted about how crazy I was. It was a great dinner and after dinner I told her I made the plates. They had a single heart painted on it in the center and Happy Valentine’s Day and the date February 14, 1992. She said that was so sweet. I said I hope we will eat off these every Valentine’s Day. Then I told her, Oh I also wrote our names on the back. She lifted her up to look at it and I had painted, "Will you Marry Me?" She started to cry and looked up I was on my knee with the ring box in my hand and roses in my arms. "Your Daddy didn’t want to steal my thunder."
I said, "Will you marry me?"
Of course she said, yes. 15 years later we have four beautiful girls and we’re as in love now as we were back then. We eat on our Valentine’s Day plates every year and every oncein a while I say,
look at the back.
On a side note, my wonderful wife lost her diamond out of her setting this past spring. We had always gotten the prongs checked and carried insurance on the ring. She canceled the policy to save money for the girls. One day she slammed her hand in a sliding door going out to the back yard. The prong broke and the diamond popped out. We searched for months, neighbors searched, and cried and cried. I’ve combed, literally combed the backyard, shop vaccummed, and looked with a black light. Finally, she said, I don’t need a diamond to represent our love. This gold band has always represented our bond to each other and it won’t ever come off.
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