This is the story of how the Hubster and I met, fell in love and were married within 8 months…
….and lived happily ever after*
I know that many of you have been waiting for this chapter since I started writing out how the Hubster and I met. If you’re a new reader, you are welcome to read this chapter first as the ending is obvious (we’ve been married for nearly 3 years now), but if you’d like to see the rest of the story, you can read it HERE.
I last told you about the Hubster’s mission to ask Big Dad for his blessing (permission) to marry me. There were actually about 2 weeks between that time and the night that the Hubster asked me to marry him and I toyed with the idea of drawing it out and making you wait a little longer for this part of the story (it’s my favourite). However, I finally decided that after my months of cliff hanger posts that I’d skip right to the best part–Tuesday, March 15th, 2005.
Before I start writing, I want to preface this by telling you that I’m going to do my best to make it well-rounded from both of our perspectives as I’ll be drawing details from my source for many of these chapters: Our Yellow Book. I have never told you about our book, but it’s something I hold very near and dear to my heart. On one date the Hubster took me to spend a day downtown in the city, and we wandered into a store and decided to buy a book where we could record our memories and photographs. The book is full of keepsakes, and we have both written in it from time to time… like right after we got engaged. :)
So… without any further ado: this is the story of how my best friend and love of my life asked me to become his wife.
Tuesday, March 15th, 2005 (pre-dinner)
I remember spending most of the day in class. With my flare for scheduling classes I had managed to arrange it so that I had at LEAST a 4-day weekend every weekend, but that resulted in a busy mid-week. The Hubster and I had spoken the night before about maybe getting together that evening, so that morning I decided to actually get dressed instead of wearing my usual get up of jogging pants or pajamas to class. I decided to wear an outfit that he loved–my long white (slightly off the shoulder) sweater and dark jeans with my hair long and curly, just like he loved it.
I finished my last class at 4:30 or 5pm and made my way back to my house. I was a little surprised that I hadn’t heard from the Hubster all day, but I assumed that maybe he was working or out running errands (which he was..) and that I’d hear from him later.
As I walked through my front door I saw some familiar shoes in the hallway. With a huge smile on my face I walked upstairs to find the man that I love waiting there to give me something…
…a plant. haha! Let me explain: in first year I had a very good friend that gave me a very special gift. This friend loved cacti and gave me one of his favourites which we named Man-Man. Well, for months I took care of my little plant with all the love and affection that I possess. He lived on my window sill to get as much sun as possible. Unfortunately, on one windy day he was blown out of the window and collapsed on the floor. I was devastated and sent him home to recuperate. For a long time I was plant-less, and I do love a good plant. So, on this day in March the Hubster was waiting for me to give me an adorable pink and green plant. We named it Pearl so that I could from then on officially be known as the mother of Pearl. :)
How cute and thoughtful is he? I was so happy with my little plant… and it lives on at my parents house in B town! We made a beautiful little home for it in my room, then he casually asked if I’d like to go out for dinner. Of course I said “absolutely!” and as he stood up I was again overwhelmed by just how much I loved this man. And he looked soooooo good… he was wearing my favourite blue and white collared shirt, nice jeans and (naturally) good shoes.
He held out his hand, and together we went out to start what would become one of the most memorable evenings of my life…