I can’t believe I am writing this post. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to share this personal of a story on my blog, but it’s such a good story, why not? As you already know, the honey surprised me with a birthday trip to the Bahamas. But the surprise did not end there.
Our second day on the islands, he made reservations at Dune Restaurant on Paradise Island. Before that though, he wanted to watch the sunset at this special place he read about The Cloisters. He said it would be a nice little walk on the beach to get there.
Yes, it was a walk on the beach, but no it was not nice. Haha! Since we were headed to dinner afterwards, I was already made up, and in my dinner dress. We walked down to the public beach and walked across the sands, for what felt like an hour over hilly ATV tracks. When we finally made it to where we could walk off the beach and on to the roads, we ended up in front of a liquor store, and on the back side of an industrial park.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, we were walking in the wrong direction on the main road. As the neighborhoods got less friendly, he realized…and we turned around and walked in the right direction. I’m sweating, and not feeling fresh for our fancy dinner and he’s soaked through his shirt. But when we got to the destination, I forgot all about it.
The Cloisters are beautiful. Sculptures and flowers and a cute little altar overlooking the water at the end of it. He told me to go ahead and check it out, he was going to set up the camera. So I am in the altar taking pictures, and he joins me.
He hands me a scroll with a love letter written in it. I start tearing up as I read it, and at the end it says, “PS I have a question for you”.
I look up at him and say, “What’s up”, and he looks a little startled and says, “what”. I told him he said he had a question…and he gets down on one knee.
“Will you marry me?”
“Yes” -tears falling.
*silence*
“can you put it on me?”
“oh yeah” *slips ring onto finger
Hugs and kisses all around. <3
I contemplated whether or not to write this post, like I do every year. There really isn’t much to say. It does get a little easier to “deal” with the sadness, but of course it will never go away. The sadness that is. But you can only hope that the happiness of her being in a better place will overcome your own selfish sadness. I say selfish, because that’s what I would be if I wanted to her to stay here, even though she was suffering.
