We had gone to a jazz jam slam...whatever you call it...bunch of local jazz artists get together and perform. It's a free show they do the last Sunday of every month but this was the first month...September...and they take up donations for the arts academy my children attend and that I volunteer at. Anyway, during the show, they open the mic up to musicians that show up and are in the audience and a poet got up. Her name was "Gran Gran" and she says that she starts every reading with a tribute to her lover, her lover of 53 years, her husband of 50 years...and she recited this poem that brought tears to my eyes (I wish I had it where I could copy and paste it for you). eautiful and I was so moved. It was so b All these years and she and her husband still seem very much in love. Afterwards, FH and I were going down the street. He asked if I was okay and I told him that I was just touched and moved and hoped one day that someone would love me that way and that I could love someone like that and how beautiful it would be to have that poem recited at a wedding. He grabbed my hand, while still driving down the road, and said
"I love you like that. I have always loved you. I prayed for you and asked for you by name. I prayed to God to have you in my life again. Will you marry me?"
I said "what? are you serious? no, Quinton! you are not going to ask me to marry you riding down Elvis Presley Blvd! Where's the ring?"
He said "I have to have a ring to ask you to marry me?"
"No, but I have to have a ring if you expect me to tell anyone we're engaged"
In January, I was moving some things around in the closet, he came in to help me and I saw a shiny on the tip of his pinky finger. I was like "Wait a minute. What's that?" "what are you talking about?" "don't play with me. you know what I'm talking about" "oh, this? yeah, it's a little something I got for you and I was debating on whether or not to give it to you now or wait until later" I was like "I'd say give it to me now!" "Are you sure you want it?" "well, why don't you let me try it on and see?" He took it off his pinky and put it on my finger. He says I stood there silent, speechless for severa l minutes...I dont remember that. I remember him saying "now can I ask you to marry me?" "yes" "will you marry me?" "of course I'll marry you"
We were still in the closet the whole time. I was trembling standing on top of this step-stool I use to reach the top shelf of the closet. I lost my balance. Tried to catch myself by grabbing the top shelf and brought the whole thing down. He caught me. It seems he does a lot of that lately