So after all the adventure… the biggest one was yet to come. (To catch up go here. The newer posts are first so you have to go to the end and read up.)
I was at Justin’s house when he got a call. One of those calls you NEVER want to get. His dad had been in an accident and was being flown via LifeFlight to the hospital. Everything stopped. Life as he knew it would never be the same. One moment. Something you cannot predict.
It was a long stay. Very emotional. Lots of ups and downs both physically and emotionally. Family and friends visited. Tears, prayers, and hugs were standard.
The night we had planned to stay overnight at the hospital, Justin asked me if I wanted to get dinner before going. We were going to celebrate Valentine’s Day early. He picked me up and we did eat dinner. Afterwards though, he took me to the Transco Tower fountain. It was a place we had visited often. It’s where we shared the deepest parts of our lives. The good and the bad. All of it. He took his guitar out and started singing. We had done this many times so it was not unusual.
I remember the weather being perfect. I felt relaxed for the first time since the accident. I was with the one I adored and he was singing. All was right in my world.
Then he said he had written a song for me. I was so flattered. No one had ever done that. I was thinking that it was the best Valentine’s gift ever. As he was singing, I realized he was proposing to me IN SONG! Seriously. It was the most romantic moment of my life. I cried until he finished the song and then he pulled a ring box out of his guitar case and asked me to marry him.
Tears. And more tears. Happy ones.
Of course I said yes. I mean, really. We had been dating for 6 years. I loved him. Adored him. Of course I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. In that moment I felt so blessed.
I was so caught off-guard because of the situation with his dad. He said he had already asked my parents and talked to his dad about it. His dad knew he was going to ask me to marry him that night and he knew his dad would want him to still ask me. He had the whole thing all planned out in advance. What girl doesn’t love that? There’s just something about being thought of that much.
SO the night was emotional. On one hand, I was THRILLED and overjoyed and every kind of GREAT feeling word a brain can imagine. On the other hand, his dad was in the hospital and it wasn’t looking good. My heart broke for his family. Watching their grief from the outside was awful. I was not a member of the family yet and so there were things I could not participate in. But my heart broke just the same.
That night as we stayed at the hospital we dreamed about our wedding. We had so many ideas. I couldn’t stop looking at my ring. It was so perfect. His family was excited. I called my family to tell them. Others in the waiting room heard the story. I was beaming.
That night I truly thought fairy tales were real. I was FINALLY getting married. Something every girl (or most anyway) dreams about. I would be Cinderella and he would be my prince. Well, except I wasn’t blonde and I wouldn’t be wearing a blue dress. 😉
But our new adventure, I just knew, would be awesome.