The Year 2007 was an eventful year for me.
Jeff and I got married.
We had our second son.
We went on our first vacation as a couple.
And much, much more.
Our first vacation together was a cruise to the Bahamas. I had never been on a cruise and was so excited to go.
At the time, our son spent a significant amount of the summer with his grandparents. Those grandparents are one of the reasons we moved to Florida.
We dropped Bunny off with them and headed for the cruise.
Getting on was a breeze and our cabin was on the water.
We walked the ship quickly, then returned to our clean, kid-free, toy-free cabin.
When we landed in the Bahamas, we went on a whirlwind tour. We raced to the rental car agency. Had I known we were going on a jog, I would’ve opted to wear footwear other than flip flops. Since we had a lot of places to go and just the daylight hours to do it, we were on our way.
As he is a native and spent most of his youth there, he showed me his schools, introduced me to family, and at the local spots. The food was delicious and by the end of the day, he had me driving on the wrong side of the road. At least I didn’t have to drive on the wrong side of the car.
By the end of the night, I was exhausted yet exhilarated. I found out so much about him that day. I fell in love with him all over again – from learning his history to navigating his experiences to understanding who he is.
That evening after dinner, we walked up to the Sun Deck to talk. As we admired the beautiful Bahamian skyline and the sound of celebration below, I looked off into the distance, imagining our future.
As we were talking, he started telling me what I meant to him, what he saw in our future, and all of the feel-goods that I could even imagine.
Then he proposed.
Yep, my husband proposed after we were already married. Why? Because of me.
See, the first time he proposed (many months previously), out of excitement, I cut him off. I didn’t have the opportunity to say anything.
I think I was the girliest girl that I had ever been when I saw the box. And I ruined it. I was so excited, he couldn’t get a word out edgewise. I killed his groove and he wasn’t able to recover.
I was excited but disappointed. Not at him, but at myself that I would completely kill his groove and not shut my mouth long enough for him to tell me about how much he loved me.
So, also in my desire to control everything around me, I asked him to re-propose. I told him that I completely accepted the ring, but “if he would be so kind” to repeat the proposal, in a surprised way and I promised not to cut him off.
It took a while, tons of patience, as he waited until we were actually married to do it again.
But it was worth every minute I waited.
We will be married 10 years in January and I can’t imagine living life without him.
This has been a Finish the Sentence Friday post. This week’s sentence is “One of my favorite vacation memories is…”
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