cash-practice-secrets-khushi-wordpress-com-propose-image.jpg“Would you like to go for a walk”? The lovely golden brown-headed dame gazed back at me across the cab of the small 1988 Nissan pickup truck as mist dampened the windshield and clouds scudded overhead. I was ready to take “the plunge” but I had my requirements:

1) It (the proposal) HAD to be in a beautiful spot without a roof or high walls that could be torn down to tarnish the memory of my proposal of marriage to the girl of my dreams.

2) I had to know she would say “Yes”. Many times I’d said, “If (for example) we were to get married would you like to…” She’d never missed a beat and answered all those examples without looking at me like I was from another planet, but I’d never asked a girl to marry me before. This was a first.

3) I had to be able to make the memory great for her too!

Surely a great location and a song from me would give her a great mental impression of this once in a lifetime experience but for a big occasion a frog could get stuck in my throat and wipe out my plans. I switched the wipers from “delay” to “slow” as the silent mist changed to a pitter pat.

From the start she’d let me know she liked hiking and camping but it this was bona fide rain and wind. I couldn’t propose marriage inside anywhere. What would she say? “Well, yes. “I wouldn’t mind going on a walk”, she answered. I smiled and smoothly pressed the accellerator downward to move the truck toward the peak of “Mount Proposal”.

As we reached the parking lot just below the windy (now just misty summit) her door nearly blew itself open in my hand. Bundled up tighly hand in hand I pressed up the trail with my intended. Brr… shiver… SHIVER… I was shaking! It was blustery and windy…COLD! That should keep the summit private I thought.

Arriving at the summit we found there was a concrete floor with a few 3-foot tall walls canted out at about 45 degrees but no roof above us that could be torn down. There was no chance of seeing the next Island through the fog but my attention was focused on the beauty in front of me. If I got down on one knee I thought I’d have to yell out my proposal through the wind. “Let’s crouch down against this wall” I suggested (to try to seek shelter from the wind”.

Reaching into the inside pocket of my coat I pulled out small cassette player/ recorder and pressed play. The organ played and my voice came out of it singing (and I joined it live), “I Love You Truly. Truly Dear.” With an interlude next came, “Oh Promise me that someday you and I .. Will take our love together to some sky…. Where we can be alone and faith renew…(my eyes looking at this screen are moist).

Soon the singing was over and just the organ remained for several seconds. “Darling, I really love you (I had never written or told that to another young eligible lady).” “I know that I really want you to be my wife. I pressed down the orange record button on the pocket player recorder and held it close to my mouth. “Will you……marry me? More fog snaked over the walls sending a shiver up my spine.

Her pretty lips moved, “I really love you too”, she began… “and”…”Which speech had she prepared? I wondered. I was pretty sure I knew but life can be cold. …. “I will”. Oh YES, YES, How WONDERFUL! No more audio was recorded on the tape but as I floated down from the summit to the black top lot with my beloved I GLOWED inside.

Somehow I wasn’t bothered by the cold the rest of the weekend but when I flew home to sunny AZ I sure had a case of chapped lips. A wonderful sign of being absolutely totally, wonderfully, in LOVE. I love you darling.

Max Mace sings a great song it says, “Give your love freely as you walk down life’s road ’cause you can’t take it with you when you’re gone.

All the best,

Lance
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