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John and I had worked together for over two years so it was no big deal when we decided to go see a movie together on August 18, 2001. We went to dinner at a nice Mexican restaurant then decided to go to Sam’s for a few drinks since the movie didn’t start for another hour. We talked for so long that we almost missed the last showing for the night. I usually spent my weekends and a few weeknights out dancing with my friends, but I had recently broken a bone in my foot and couldn’t.
So I started spending more time with John. I was also in need of a new car at the time and he volunteered to help me. So we were spending almost every day after work together, driving to different car lots and taking test drives. I realized more every day what a special person he was. A couple of weeks later we went to the Aerosmith concert together. That was the night of our first kiss. I just couldn’t help myself anymore. He was getting in line to get me a margarita and I was going to get in line to buy a t-shirt. I was standing there staring into his beautiful eyes and just had to kiss him. I knew I was falling in love with him.
By October, we had rented a house together. Every month he was planning something special for me, trips to the ballet, and weekends in Galveston, Dallas and Maryland. Everyday he made me feel like a princess in a fairy tale.
I knew John had begun planning something special for our July vacation at Disneyworld since January, but he has gone to great lengths for other surprises so I didn’t really think it was a proposal. On that special evening, we had dinner at the restaurant in Cinderella Castle and then went down to the rose garden just beside the castle. He had reserved the entire rose garden just for us to view the fireworks. When we arrived, the attendant let us in and led us to the open pavilion at the bottom of the hill.
There was a Victorian couch and a table overflowing with presents already set up. There were thousands of people all the way around us at the top of the hill, including his parents who we were on vacation with. We sat on the couch and held each other while we waited for the fireworks to begin and he said that he had brought me here for a very special reason. Then he got down on one knee and asked if I would be his princess forever and pulled a ring box out of his pocket. I said yes through my tears and hugged him tighter than ever before. He explained that the ring was his great grandmother’s. His mother wanted me to wear it until we have mine made. Then the thousands of people watching us began clapping and cheering and the fireworks went off right above us. It was the single most perfect moment of my life. I never believed in fairy tales before. It took me 30 years, but I finally found my prince. Fairy tales do come true!