10:25 a.m. - 2008-12-18
When you say you love me....
There is a song that always makes me stop and think of my only love. I just heard Josh Groban singing the song. The song that never left the stereo in Wade's Mustang that summer.
The song that slowly lead me down the path of trusting this overly confident boy and eventually falling in love with him.
It also happens to be the song(and fittingly so) that Wade used to propose to me. I don't think I have ever written down our proposal story. Probably because I barely remember it. What I do remember:
It was Conference weekend. We were at his familys home in Evanston Wy. We had picked out the ring together and I knew it was being shipped to WY so we didn't have to pay taxes on it. The ring was the main reason for the trip and I was fully aware of this.
We were headed home to Provo and as promised Wade took me the long way through the mountains. This is also known as Mirror Lake scenic byway. Josh Groban was playing in the back ground. Then "our song" came on and the car slowed and pulled off to the side of the canyon road.
I knew what he was planning and I said " not now." Why did I have to make everything about our relationship so difficult? In my mind I wanted to be surprised and I completely saw this coming. He had learned from our months of dating that I was a pain and proceeded on anyway. The proposal that he presented was tender and heartfelt-- I was crying, sobbing rather--the moment he opened his mouth.
The hysterics are to blame for my lack of memory. The main point of the proposal revolved around President Hinckleys talk he had given early that day. He had spoke of his dear wife, Majorie, as she had recently passed away. He described her as the girl of his dreams. Wade called me the girl of his dreams and asked me to be his wife forever.
I remember him slipping the ring onto my finger, it felt so foreign. We stopped in Coalville or Kamas or some other tiny town for gas and we went in to buy some travel treats. This was my first public appearance being engaged-- I was over joyed to be coupled with this handsome man that was tenderly holding my hand.
As time has pasted I still feel the same. He still holds my hand and leads me through this life--and I still feel overjoyed that he persisted. And when life teaches me how lucky I am to have him I will often go to him and request another ever to be tacked on. We are up to 4 and that's still not long enough for me.
During our short time as boyfriend and girlfriend my fear of love was raging, we resorted to "i'll keep you" as our replacement. Wade's wedding ring is engraved with those words "i'll keep you." So we often still say "I'll keep you forever, and ever and ever and ever and ever." I think it is time to add another ever.
