"Sure," I said and we climbed into his forest green Pontiac Bonneville and headed to the park - one we had spent many lunches together chatting and chomping sandwiches between our college courses.
It was a sunny Sunday afternoon; I had worked a 6 to 3 shift already and was feeling a little tired and somewhat unattractive. It didn't matter; we were just going for a leisurely walk in the park.
When we got to the park, he opened the trunk where there were two chairs inside - the kind that folds up and fits into a bag.
"Ooh, I want the striped one," I said.
"That one's heavier, " he said. "You can sit on it, but I'll carry it for you."
Ah, so chivalrous.
I picked up the green one, slung it over my shoulder, and we started to walk through the park.
"Where do you want to sit down?" he asked.
"I don't care," I said and we continued talking while walking through the grass.
"Where should we sit down?" he asked again a few minutes later.
"It really doesn't matter," I said.
"What about here?"
"I don't care," I said again, feeling a little exasperated. Why did it matter where we sat?
"But, the waste disposal plant is across the river," he said.
"So? We can't even see it behind those trees. All I can see is the river."
We started the process of getting our chairs set up. As I started to unpack the green chair, rose petals fell out.
I knew immediately what was happening. I thought there was no possible way he could surprise me.
"You're not proposing now are you?" I said and he grabbed the white ring box from the chair, getting down on one knee in front of me.
Then he asked the question I'd always hoped someone would want to ask me.
"Lisa, will you marry me?"
"Yes," I said and he slipped a sparkling three stone ring my finger.
That was eight years ago today that my love, Andy, asked me to marry him.
I'm so glad he asked and that I said yes!
|Page from my scrapbook|
|The day we got engaged - June 29, 2003|
How young we were!