[It's been a while since I did a personal post. People seem to like them.]
I saw the building where my parents met was torn down this week. I know that story; Dad's paycheck didn't reflect his recent raise and Mom was working in payroll (so she knew exactly how much he earned right from the start... clever girl). Then it occurred to me that I never heard their engagement story, presumably because it was as boring as the meeting one; still, it was during World War II and he was much older and was a widower with a son closer to her age, so I wonder how he popped the question.
Almost everyone who reads this blog is (or was) married. Tell me your engagement stories! I've never been married, but I've been engaged twice. Neither story is normal.
#2: Lori (2002)
I'd been thinking of marrying Lori since almost the moment we met, but there were obstacles. We lived in different cities and she was as attached to Chicago as I am to my home. I'd been taking care of my mother, who was in the moderate stages of Alzheimer's at the time. Marrying Lori was a package deal: I'd have to move, put my mother in a home (and sell the house I wanted to live in... and do happen to live in now) and take over Lori's father's business - marrying the bosses' daughter - a small publishing firm; I had no experience or training or aptitude for it and the industry is slowly dying.
I flew to Chicago and looked for the right time, but it just never seemed to arrive. It was getting close to time for me to leave when I said, "Lori, there's something I've been meaning to ask you." At that moment, I saw over her shoulder a photo of Dave, her late husband.... great, just great. I got down on one knee, pulled out the ring and asked if she'd marry me. Her response?
"Yes, I'll marry you. At 1:30 PM, September 5th at ______ Church. You need to approve the guest list, choose a best man, buy a new suit and write your own vows."
I loved that she specified "PM." That was pure Lori. "Honeymoon?"
"My father's present to us is a week in Eleuthera. You will like it."
"How long have you been planning this?"
"I booked the reception hall two years ago."
I ended up getting cold feet. It was too much change all at once for me. We canceled the wedding, but not the engagement. Every now and then, for years, one of us would call the other and ask, "Are we still engaged?"
The other story is a weird story. I'll save that for another post.
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