The Engagement

I think that no matter how a man proposes it will be remembered as one of the most special days in a woman's life. The week before Jeremy proposed, I was away in Corpus Christi. Jeremy used this time to buy the ring and ask my dad for his blessing. My father, knowing me well, warned Jeremy about my many moods and habits. Jeremy knowning this STILL asked me to marry him.

On Friday, June 18, Jeremy was to take me to work. My car was without air conditioning, which in Texas is necessity during the summer. Just before 8 a.m., we left to drive to work. When I got to the car he opened the door and on my seat was a dozen long-stemmed red roses. I turned around to thank him and he said "That's not all." and proceeded to pull the little white velvet box from his pocket and opened it. I wasn't sure what to say so I gave him a hug and kiss and took it from the box and put it on my finger. Since I didn't give him the chance to "ask" he did later the next week. And as they say, the rest is history.