Last night, while sharing more special time together in our live truck/mobile home, my photographer/common law husband and I got to talking about one of my favorite details of his life of which I know waaaaay too much: How he proposed to his real wife. The legal one.
This is how it went down:
They're sitting on a couch, watching a Dallas Cowboys game (ladies, hold back those tears). That's when J, shouts, "Hey, get me a Dr. Pepper!"
J's girlfriend, shouts back "Hell no! Go get it yourself!"
J then proceeds to drop obscenities and gestures to put his woman in her place. He needed that DP NOW.
Finally, the girlfriend remembers that a woman's role in a relationship is to serve her man. So she makes her way toward the fridge to get her beloved an icy cold one.
And that's when her life changes forever. As she opens the fridge door, the yellow flickering light beams down to illuminate much more than the brown can of DP, expired condiments and week old pizza. Sitting atop that DP is a diamond. Yes. Sparkling just like it would in a Tiffany's display case.
That's when J, from his seated position on the couch asks, "So, will you?".
(Gets me choked up every time.)
Lucky lady.
1 comment:
And when he gets thirsty, he can demand a Dr Pepper. She smiles and brings it...he gets a drink, she gets a happy memory. Beats a fancy french dinner.
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