Some believe in “love at first sight.” I, on the other hand, believe in “love at first talk.” A few days before we had our first date, Suzanne and I spoke on the phone that evening for over three hours. The feeling that she could be “the one” was overwhelming as we opened ourselves up to one another, laughed, talked about our families and friends, and explored the uncanny ability of how much deeper our connection could go. For the first time in my life, I went to bed that night feeling the spark of happiness growing deep inside of my heart. I had a smile on my face that was still present when I woke the next morning, as was the thought of Suzanne being my possible perfect match.
We were lucky to have that ice-breaking phone conversation before our first date because we had already built the foundation of our relationship which provided a plethora of topics to pursue on our first in-person encounter. Meeting Suzanne for the first time in the flesh, without a doubt, made me weak in my knees and solidified the feelings of my beautiful match. When we sat down at a local pub and ordered drinks, the conversation flowed and I was amazed by her incredibly beautiful smile and the slight twinkle in her dark brown eyes. Having freckles, or angelâ€™s kisses as my Granny would tell me, my entire life, looking at the gorgeous brunette sitting across from me, not only had she been kissed by angels, but an angel was sitting in front of me as well.
I had finally found a woman; mature, grounded, full of life and laughter, Christian, tall and beautiful, who supports and backs me, does not let me get too far ahead of myself and when she holds on to me, I can feel her love for me emanating from her soul. Fast-forward through nine months of dating, each day knowing that we were meant to be together for the rest of our lives, laughs, hugs, kisses, sporting events and concerts, and growing together as a loving couple to the day I proposed to the love of my life: June 12, 2010.
Suzanne and I traveled to Siesta Key, Florida to partake in one of her best friendâ€™s weddings. Tiny white grains of sugary sand, hot yet breezy weather and clear skies the entire vacation. I had been planning this day for three months by June, asking both her parents for their blessing, researching restaurants and sunset times, but not until we had arrived did I have the exact location where I would ask Suzanne to spend the rest of her life with me. Our condo was only a few steps to the beach, so to find the perfect location, I asked Suzanne to head out on the beach with me to walk around before we shared the sunset together. We opened a bottle of wine, walked out on the beach, found a couple of beach chairs, faced them toward the water and watched the sun slowly slide below the horizon. A couple on the beach agreed to take a few pictures of us after the sun had set and we headed back toward our condo to change for dinner. For the past two hours, I had been carrying the ring in its box, obtrusively sticking out of my back pocket, walking backwards, acknowledging any mirrors we might walk past and all together hiding my backside from her view.
On our 20 yard walk back to the condo, I was anxiously searching for a spot away from the sun-watching crowds on the beach. A lone beach lounger was sitting on the sand on our way back and I asked Suzanne to sit down with me for a minute before we went inside. I waited a moment to allow her suspicions to subside and myself to muster the courage not to stumble over the question I had been dying to ask for the past 9 months. While we sat there, I finally decided I had enough courage to lead into my question, explaining that everything I had ever waited for in my life was sitting next to me; the person I respect and love with all of my heart. We held hands tighter and her eyes began to well a bit. I was sure she now had an idea of what I was getting at. She nodded her head in agreement and said that she loved me as well. It had come to the point finally that I was certain she was aware, so as we sat there, I said, “I have something I want to ask you; are you ready for this?” She responded with a whimpered oh my gosh, oh my goshâ€ and began to wipe her eyes. I leaned over, pulled the ring box out of my back pocket, got down on one knee, looked up into her beautiful brown teary eyes and said, “Suzanne, will you marry me?” Fighting back the tears in her throat, Suzanne saidYes!! and I slid the ring on with a perfect fit. I stood up and we embraced each other, hugging, taking in the love exuding from one another in the moment; a purple-orange hue floating in the sky, waves crashing in the background, white-powdery sand covering our toes.
One of our first exchanges before we spoke on the phone was a text message. I explained, if you give me a chance, I promise to make you the happiest woman in the world.â€ A deeply-rooted vow to our relationship, one that I will honor for the rest of our lives.
Thank you, Match!