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The Proposal

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Thursday, February 16, 2023, will be a night forever stuck in my head. It had been cold that day; the aches and pains of fibromyalgia and arthritis had been tormenting me all day. I couldn’t wait to get home and curl up in front of a fire and do nothing for the rest of the evening.

Kevin, my boyfriend, had come by the shop to get his haircut that afternoon. He told me he bought me a new pistol because he didn’t like the one I had. It was an old Charter Arms .38. The trigger was a little stubborn, for sure and the site was certainly off. I consider myself to be a little “sideways“ most of the time anyways, so if the pistol was a little off, no big deal but good thing I never had to use it! I was just super impressed that he was concerned enough about me and my safety to even purchase something that significant for me. After all, we had only been dating just over 10 months.

I arrived to his house about 6:30 PM. He greeted me and led me to the kitchen where my surprise awaited me. He was so anxious to show me my new pistol. It was a beauty! It was also a Charter Arms, .38… but it was hammerless and easy to squeeze! It sat perfectly in it’s case along with a box of ammunition. I don’t know which one of us was carrying the biggest smile, him or me  

I went to the bedroom and slipped into my warm and comfy PJs. I pulled my hair back, washed the make up off my tired face, grabbed a heating pad for my aching back and kicked back in the reclining sofa. Ah! He already had the fireplace going for us, now to do exactly what I planned to do for the rest of the evening; absolutely nothing.

As I got comfortable in the recliner, he had gotten up, walked to the kitchen, down the hallway and back into the den before sitting next to me on the sofa. 🤔 Although I thought that was a little strange, I honestly didn’t think much of it. But then he gets up again and does the same thing. I was looking at something on my phone when he said to me, “while you’re looking at that, why don’t you take a look at this“, as he simultaneously got down on one knee in front of me and popped open a small, blue box. A mere glance of that shiny, sparkling stone literally took my breath away. Completely! All I could do was cry and hug him. Somewhere during all of that, he popped the question, “will you marry me“. I’m honestly not sure when or if I actually answered him as those next few minutes was such a blur and I was still speechless. But evidently, he knew my answer was nothing short of how excited and honored I would be to carry his last name.

I texted our children, our siblings and my coworkers. Then I made it publicly official with a Facebook post. 😂

He actually proposed to me when I looked homeless! My grandmother told me once, that if I found a man that loved me when I looked my worst, he was a keeper! For the rest of the evening, we flirted with one another with our eyes as I occasionally tossed my left hand in the air, watching with awe, the glimmer of the future ahead of us!

Then it hit me… my best friend, my lover, my future husband gives me a handgun (for my right hand), moments before he proposes to me with the most perfect diamond I have ever seen (for my left hand)! He really is meant for me… he just laid “til death do us part“ right in my hands! 



(We were married April 22, 2023. One year to the date of our first date. And yes, he is still alive)! 😂😂😂😂


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