Marriage-"My Perma-Date"

Why is it that we put so much emphasis on the wedding and so little on the marriage? I spent the last six months anxious, excited, and ready for the day we would be married. But now that we are, it can get a little hum-drum! So, I told my sweet hubby that we needed to start "date nights"! Every week we set aside a certain night to do something fun and special with each other. He thinks I get all my ideas from watching Dr. Phil and that I am constantly safe guarding our marriage, but what is wrong with that? I am! I don't think people's marriages fall apart over night. I think there are many little things that become more important that build up over time and cause you to grow apart. So, I figure if I am constantly reminding him in little ways how lucky he is to be married to me, he will eventually believe it-lol! I want to be the couple when they are ninety that still makes the other "light up"! So, to my ever-wonderful girlfriends who ask me to do things and I decline, please know that I am ensuring that we are not a statistic and still dating my hubby!:-)

Engagement

Ok, so most of you know that John and I have been talking about getting married since about month two of dating. So to his mother and granny who already introduce me as part of the family, it was just the finishing touch. Since so many of you have asked, I thought I would share the proposal moment.

If you don't already know, John and I went to high school together and had the same circle of friends. We both got married young and divorced. Then last year this time, we reconnected on Facebook. It first began as a mere "how are you?", "what have you been up to for the last eighteen years" etc. I invited him to a few group outings, but we didn't actually talk on the phone until April. He asked me if I would want to go to a Braves game with him the following week. And being the huge Braves fan I am, said yes! I didn't consider it a date, but I guess that's what it became and we have been together ever since.

Several months later, after much talk about our life dreams and disappointments, we began talking about our future together. So I thought the proposal would surely happen around my birthday or the Christmas holidays. Those came and went, so I just thought he wasn't ready, when actually he just wanted me to be surprised. I made a romantic dinner on New Year's Eve and ended up falling asleep on the couch before midnight. The next day we planned on having lunch with his granny-the traditional greens and black eyed peas. I was ready to go and waiting for him by the frontdoor when he said he forgot something in the bedroom. After several moments he yelled for me to come in there. As I got to the door, he was down on one knee with a very shaky hand out in front of him. He only managed to get the words, "babe, you know I want to spend my life with you..." before I was crying, he was crying, and I said, "you are doing this now?" I guess it really doesn't matter where or when it's done. I was thankful he didn't wait for another Braves game and put me on that jumbotron! Lol!