I was in love with him before three months was up. He took a little longer. We were SO different. I loved the city and museums and fine dining and he loved the ranch and cattle and hunting. But he was amazing. Handsome, funny, smart, great kisser, interesting, curious, thoughtful, HONEST. I'd not had a lot of experience with honesty in men I'd known. I trusted him completely.
We had so much fun. We fought some, but mainly over "big" issues to figure out whether this was IT or not. We traveled. I went to the farm and ranch with him. He went to galas and fancy dinners with me. And we did our own thing too. We loved our jobs and our families and our friends so we had really full lives. He proposed on Halloween 2005. We were both still in full costume after returning to my place from a Halloween party when he got down on one knee. The gorgeous center stone in the ring was his mother's diamond from her original engagement ring (my father-in-law upsized it later). He proposed on Saturday and I had a wedding date picked Monday. Six months out. Whirlwind planning. Really happy times.
We had a beautiful morning wedding followed by a jazz brunch on May 6, 2006. Everyone said they'd never seen a bride so happy - that I kept looking at everyone in the pews as I walked down the aisle & smiling & waving. I was happy. I was elated. I was madly in love and couldn't believe God's grace at bringing this man into my life.
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