Earle and I both realized pretty early on that we were probably going to get married. Even before we’d been together for a year, we were talking about it. We’d both dated several people in the past. We knew what love felt like. And we knew that neither of had ever felt this way before.
It was late October, and I was on a company trip. We had been dating for just over a year, and Earle took the opportunity to buy me a ring. It’s funny actually. We had plans to move in together, possibly buy a house, and my coworkers who were traveling with my told me that I’d better secure that ring before I committed to something “as big as” buying a house. They made me feel nervous about our plans, but as I later found out, I had nothing to worry about at all.
It wasn’t until the very end of the year that he finally proposed. On the 27th of December I was at Walt Disney World with a friend, and it was on that day that he went to my parents house and asked my father for my hand.
Then, on New Year’s Eve – my absolute favorite holiday – after the ball had dropped, he also dropped down to one knee, and pulled a beautiful ring out of his pocket.
I couldn’t believe it. I was so happy that all I could do was say, “Are you serious?” “Are you for real?” I fell to my knees with tears of happiness and he had to ask, “well, will you?”
And of course, I said yes.