At least, I'll let myself believe that everyone's as interested in my life as I am...
So...you remember my list? #12 says, "Find a life partner that makes me insanely happy, on whom I can lavish all my silly affections."
Well, I've found him. My lobster (you know, you have to imagine two old lobsters in their tank...). He's mine and always has been. He's who I've been looking for my whole life, and at the same time, I feel like our souls have always been together. More about how insanely happy he makes me later, how about I tell you about the night I said yes to a very important question? You got it!
He's got two, I've got two, and between us we've got 4 kids, two exes, two jobs and an insane amount of laundry. We are thrilled when we have kid free evenings and weekends. Last week was a crazy week for all kinds of reasons, and before we knew it the stars aligned, we both got off work a bit early, baby daddy was able to meet me in Stroud an hour early, and baby momma wanted to keep the big kids for the evening, so Marc-alicious started planning date night! He called me at work and told me to grab something "kinda dressy" for dinner when I got home from work (I figured I'd just stay in my dress from work), and grab a change of clothes since we'd "probably be out pretty late and might want to crash somewhere."
Of course it sounds fishy. It's Marc!
We drop the littles in Stroud with their daddy, who Marc nearly mowed down pulling out of our parking spot because he was so anxious to be wherever we were going on time, and peel out headed...west.
Me: Are we going to Oklahoma City?
Marc: No.
Me: Are we going to Dallas?
Marc: No.
Me: Are we going to Kansas City?
Marc: Kansas City is five hours in the complete opposite direction.
Me: I know...just asking...how long are we going to be in the car?
Marc: *checking his phone* About an hour and fifteen minutes.
Me: I wish I would have changed clothes.
Marc: That's why I told you to bring a change of clothes.
Me: *Putting my head down, and shaking it while giggling.*
Soon he turns onto highway 177 and we are officially out in the middle of nowhere. I can't decide if he's taking me to an Amish bakery in the middle of nowhere or taking me out to the middle of nowhere to chop me up into little bitty pieces and feed me to the goats. We did see at least one sign for "show goats" now that I think of it. Did you know there were such things as show goats? I didn't. I've grown up in Oklahoma my whole life and never heard of show goats.
Anyway, fast forward, after stopping for a potty, Frappuccino, and a handful of homemade trailmix because I'm starving, we make our way to Sulphur, Oklahoma, and pass a sign that says, "Echo Canyon Spa Resort," and I think to myself, "Oooooh, self, that sounds delightful! We should go there some time!" Before I know it, we're turning off the road and Marc's on the phone telling someone we're here and punching in a code to a huge swirly iron gate...next to a sign that says Echo Canyon Spa Resort! We're THERE!
We had an AMAZING meal of steak, duck, twice baked potatoes, fresh roasted asparagus (my fave), garlic bread with homemade pesto, a signature salad with the sweetest watermelon I've ever tasted, and light and fluffy cheesecake for dessert. Oh, and their special peach drink, made from peaches from their orchard! Yum!
I'll have to fast forward through the HILARIOUS monologue from one of our waitresses about her in shop class wearing high heels, facial school where she's going to learn how to do a velvet peel that she's not real sure about but apparently it makes "old ladies" look ten years younger, and the "customary" dance of the last people in the dining rooms (they were sure to dim the lights for us).
Then we picked up a second bottle of wine and headed back to our amazing room. I went into routine and to the bathroom to start taking off my eye make up and wash my face. Marc rushed in and said, "Don't do that! It's like you're saying the night's over! Let's go out to the balcony and drink our wine." Okay, okay.
Once out on the balcony, I take a sip of wine and enjoy the cloudless sky, perfect weather with warm air and a cool breeze, and ALL the stars you can't see in the city. Then he says, "So, I've asked you before and I'll ask you again, what do you love about me?" Classic Marc. So I tell him a couple of things, blah, blah, blah. Then he says, "Well, you know I want to be with you for the rest of my life don't you?" I answer affirmatively. Then he tells me some very sweet things he loves about me. He gives me a couple sweet little kisses, which quickly become quicker and less romantic and I start to notice he's breathing a little more quickly too. And I'm thinking, "surely any minute he's going to get down on his knee..."
Then he says, "I'm going to ask you a kind of serious question, and you can answer honestly," and...gets down on his knee...and pulls out a little white box.
Yep.
And opens the box.
But before I tell you what he said next I have to say, when he opened the box there was a light. A beacon of light BEAMING from the box, the ring box. And at first I thought to myself, "he did NOT just open up a ring box with a built-in flashlight, cause that would be cheesy." Then I looked and the ring. The magnificent ring. And I remembered that it was dark outside, and I was really glad it had a light. We lovingly refer to that part of the night as the Mel Brooks moment of the evening; may the schwartz be with you.
It's gorgeous. He's gorgeous, though I couldn't see his face to look him in the eye to tell him, "Yes of course!" after I caught my breath and fought back my tears and took my hands away from my mouth so he could hear me. Then we went inside so he could put that beautiful ring on my finger (which the sneaky boy has had since JANUARY!) because I was honestly too afraid to take it out of the box outside on the balcony in case I dropped it off the rail!
My hands were shaking and I couldn't stop smiling. Our very special moment that will forever change our lives. I should have taken pictures of our meal that night, or the wine, or the road trip down, or the obligatory dance (which was very, VERY sweet)...but I must have known it was all too special to ruin with picture taking. Those will be MY moments, in my memory and heart. But I will share with you pictures from the next morning, when I woke up to sit on that sweet little balcony and admire the breathtaking thing on my hand that tells everyone,
"I'm taken!"
And here's a silly little video from my Marc.
Love you baby. What lovely memories from the perfect adventure. I can't wait to make a lifetime more of them with you.
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