Today’s story is an exercise in memoir. Maybe it is cheating because I didn’t have to think of the story, just remember with a smile, but considering I’m still struggling with a stiff neck and dizziness I’m going to let myself off the hook. Posture is a very important thing if you want to avoid pain in old…er age. 😉 At least I got it done and I think there is something to be said for putting your truth on the page and revealing bits of yourself. Enjoy and have a day filled with wonderful surprises that make you smile.
I’d been searching for a mystery surprise. Our townhouse lounge – about five strides long and three strides across – didn’t contain much space to conceal things. Did I mention these are a short woman’s strides? He’d even suggested if I was getting warmer, and still I couldn’t find it. Not that I knew exactly what it was I was looking for. Something out of place.
The clock on the wall showed six o’clock. “I’m going to cook,” I surrendered, swatting at the air around the grin on his face. “I’ll look after supper again.” As I turned to walk the few steps to our cosy kitchen, I caught a glint off of something. Maybe it was because the overhead lights had been turned on that gave it away. I walked to the table and there hanging over one of the scarlet rose buds in the bouquet he’d given me the day before a gold ring glistened. It hadn’t been there yesterday.
Gently I lifted the ring from its hiding place, and he put it on my finger. As I admired it, tears welled and a lump grew in my throat. Not because of this sweet proposal, as it had been a given for us that we’d get married. We had discussed it and agreed that it was something we both wanted. After a year of living together and knowing each other most of our lives, this was not the surprise.
I had never told anyone – not even my best friend who would become my sister-in-law soon – of a dream I had when I was younger. A ring hung on a red rose and a proposal. What more did I need, to know that I had found my soulmate?
by Debbie Gravett © 2020.12.20
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