- Miss Care Bear
- 6 years ago
- Wedding: June 2013
When I was 16, I was the typical ugly duckling who’d never even had a boyfriend before, and when I started CEGEP (weird French Canadian hybrid equivalent to senior year of high school/ first year of college) I felt really alone.
Well bees, god answered my prayers on my 17th birthday! I was planning on having lunch with a friend from school when this loud, Harry Potter looking guy shows up and hugs her! He crashed my birthday lunch and proceeded to declare his supposed undying love for my friend. It later turned out that was all a big prank he was playing on her, but still, what a first impression!
If you didn’t already guess, Harry Potter guy turned out to be Mr. Luvita! After our crazy first encounter, we continued to hang out and get to know each other as friends. A few months later on Valentine’s Day, Mr.L asked me to be his girlfriend (without any previous hint of even liking me as more than a friend) so, thinking back to the day I met him, I figured it was a joke at first. After several months of back and forth, we went on our first date on July 26, 2003 and officially started dating on September 20th.
Mr. L and I had been together a long time and always openly talked about one day getting married, but we also wanted to wait until he had a stable job in his field (politics) and I was finished with law school, passed the Bar and got a job of my own. Well, this summer he finally got a job at a Member of Parliament’s office! I had already finished Law School and passed the Bar but actually decided to go back for more, so I’m currently pursuing a Master’s in law (I must be out of my mind!).
After he got his job this summer, we finally decided to move in together and since I come from a very old fashioned Cuban family, he knew that meant we were getting married. He even sat down with my parents and asked their blessing and reassured them his intentions were honorable (how cute!). He then asked me permission to hold on to my grandma’s ring.
You see Bees, my entire childhood, my parents, my brother and I lived with my maternal grandparents. They had the kind of marriage everyone dreams of one day having. They were each other’s one and only love and after 35 years of marriage still had date night every Saturday night and my grandma would get all dolled up and put on her heels. Well, they were blissfully married until Death did them part when my grandfather passed away from Leukemia 15 years ago, two weeks after the family moved to Canada. Even after he passed, my grandma wore her wedding ring every day and continued to love him until she passed 6 years ago. We would fantasize about what my own wedding and engagement would be like and I was always told her that I wanted a ring as beautiful as her diamond solitaire.
She didn’t have a lot of material things when she passed, but she left me the one thing she knew I had wanted ever since I was a little girl: the ring! I love that ring so much that I didn’t even trust my own mom to keep it for me all these years for fear that she would forget where she stored it J.
Long story short, he knew how attached I was to the ring, and asking me for it was a BIG DEAL so I knew it was coming. However, we moved in, and there was no sign of the ring! Several weeks went by and I started getting antsy, there were many moments where I wanted to yell: WHEN ARE YOU PROPOSING? WHY HAVEN’T YOU PROPOSED? Thank God I didn’t…