I’d like to start off by thanking Mike for so graciously adding to my Blog. I have to tell you, he sent his entry to me at work one morning and I was in stitches reading it. I had to be careful not to laugh too loud…lol.
After the evening of his Mom’s birthday party we were together every day and every night. We had lots of fun and lots of very serious talks. It was as if we had known each other our entire lives. We were best friends, we were soul mates. He made me feel special and started to teach me so much about the person that I thought was gone forever. There were still times however; that I would hide behind my walls thinking that everything he was doing or saying had an ulterior motive. It was hard for me to accept that someone would be kind to me just because. I wasn’t used to that in my previous relationship and at times I found it hard to let him get close to me. I didn’t want to be hurt again. I couldn’t be hurt again. But was I pushing him away with my apprehensions? At times I felt that yes, I was and I almost thought that I wanted to push him away. I was scared everything. He was so patient and so caring during all of this. I don’t know too many people who would have put up with all my foolishness the way he did. To be quite honest, I was pretty nasty and even though it was a defence mechanism, it wasn’t right. I’d pick fights just for the sake of fighting and try to do whatever I could to stop him (and perhaps even myself) from getting too deep into the relationship. Mike read me like a book. He knew what I was going though and he made it very clear that he wasn’t going anywhere. He was my protector and he watched over me and kept me safe.
Two and a half months after we started dating (I think it was June 27, if memory serves me correctly) we arrived at his house to pick up his mother. We were going to a wake later in the day for a cousin of his who had passed away. The phone was ringing in the kitchen and he answered it and suddenly started acting very strange. He was almost talking in code. Once he hung up the phone he said he had to go out for a few minutes. I asked him where and he didn’t want to tell me. Now you have to understand – there is no one on the face of this earth any nosier than me. Nothing doing, I had to know where he was going. He told me he had to run up to the mall so I was going too. He tried to get me to stay home with his mother, but once again, there was no way. His mom decided she wanted to come too, so off we went. Once we arrived at the mall his Mom headed for one of the shops and wanted me to go with her. Nope. No way. I was going with Mike. He was just up to something and I wanted to know what it was. After he grumbled something under his breath he agreed to let me tag along and I found myself standing in the middle of the jewellery store. I was just looking around letting him do his thing as he told me he had applied for a credit card from the store a while ago back. I worked my way over to the counter just as the lady was handing him a small box. (*GULP*) He opened it up, looked at me and said, “You were so anxious to see what I was doing. Here, have a look.” Inside the tiny box was a ring – and I didn’t think it was just any ‘ol ring. There were sparkling diamonds on that ring. I looked at him and said, “I think I better go find your mother”, turned around and got out of that store as fast as I could. I was stunned, shocked, excited, and scared to death all at the same time. I found his mother, said nothing to her and stood in the corridor waiting for Mike. We drove home in silence. There were millions of thoughts going through my head, not the least of which was that we had only been together for two and a half months. How could he possibly think we were ready to be together forever? I know, I know, he said he was going to marry me someday. That’s all well and good to say it but to actually mean it and want it to happen now totally threw me for a loop.
Once we arrived home he took me into the living room and told me to sit down. We talked again for the longest time and he told me exactly what I meant to him and where he wanted this relationship to go. He wasn’t blinded by infatuation nor was he taking this lightly, he just knew in his heart that we were meant to be together forever. I’m glad someone knew, because I sure didn’t. I knew I thought I loved him, or at least that I was starting to love him, but how can I make a decision like this after only being together with him for not even three months? I was still so scared. I wanted to love him with all my heart. I knew deep deep down inside me that yes, he was the man I wanted to be with for the rest of my life, but how could I get my head and my heart together on this one? “Never second-guess yourself,” he told me, “go with your heart”. I told him that I was scared he would break my heart and he promised me he would never do that. That could be a hard promise to keep. I knew I had to stop living in the past and learn to trust again. He had given me no reason thus far not to trust him, not to love him and not to want to spend the rest of my life with him. I cried and I cried and I cried. I knew right then and there that yes, this was right. Michael was the man for me. He was my Knight in Shining Armour. He was the man I wanted to call my husband. As he was kneeling in front of me, holding my hand I decided that my walls had to come down because if they didn’t I was going to lose the best thing that ever happened to me. He told me that this wasn’t quite the way he had wanted to ask me to be his wife, but it seemed as good a time as any other. Looking in his eyes I saw nothing but love. Of course I wanted to be his wife! With that, he took the small box out of his pocket, opened it and placed on my finger the most beautiful ring I had ever seen. I was so happy. All my fears and all my insecurities were gone in that instant. Could this really be it? Is it possible that I had really found the man for me? My heart told me yes, my head told me yes and the look in his eyes told me yes. The sound of our laughter echoed through the house and it wasn’t long before his Mom and grandmother joined us and shared in our happiness.
Shortly after it was time for us do go to the funeral home. I waited in the car as the 3 of them went in to pay their respects. While they were inside another relative of Mike’s (whom I hadn’t met to this point) jumped in the car with me and started carrying on with me. He was a super funny guy and I knew from that second that he and I would become good pals. After they came out of the funeral home, we dropped his Mom and grandmother off at home and headed to my place. I had to go home and tell my Mom and Dad that we were going to be married.
When we arrived, Mom and Dad weren’t home, but my sister was. She was ecstatic! Mike and her clicked from day one (as he did with my entire family). He was the big brother she never had. She would join us on many of our outings and we always had lots of fun when she tagged along. Sitting there waiting for Mom and Dad to arrive home was one of the most nerve-wracking times of my life. They were visiting neighbours up the road and it was close to three hours later when they decided to return home. We were in the rec room of our basement and asked them to join us. I can remember that Dad came down and sprawled out on the couch making himself quite comfortable. Mike started talking to both of them and told them how much he cared for me. He then asked for their permission to marry their daughter. Even though they were shocked, they were thrilled beyond words. We hugged, we cried and we laughed. They were so happy for us and wished us nothing but the best. Their biggest concern was that I finish my education and Mike assured them that we had no intention of me not finishing university.
The next few days were filled with excitement and joy. We decided that we would be married the following summer and started planning immediately. Even though we were still meeting members of each other’s families, everyone was thrilled that we were engaged and it was a summer I will never forget.
A year doesn’t take very long to go by. How did we survive the wedding preparations and the months and weeks leading up to our big day?
Until next time…