New year

January 8, 2017 in Lymphoma by Reta Reed

Happy new year! So there was news between the last two posts. My birthday was quite eventful.

I’m now ENGAGED!

Yeah, I said for a long time that if anything ever happened and I wound up single again, I wouldn’t get married again. I don’t think I’m good at it. I don’t think I share well. I share stuff okay, though don’t creep over onto my side of the bed – I like my space! I don’t think I share myself well. Jeff used to say I was the dude in the relationship. I don’t like to go on and on about my feelings. Woe is me, blah, blah, blah. I like to keep things happy and be thankful for what and who I have around me. I’m independent in that I don’t feel like I need someone to take care of me and the house and the cars, but I like having a special someone who makes me feel special.

It was a Friday. I had taken the day off but went with Alex to her doctor’s appointment that morning. We finished at the doctor so I texted the boyfriend that we were on our way. (He had seemed very interested in my plans for the day, where I’d be, etc. so I figured he had something cooked up for my birthday.) He asked if I could stop and get burgers, though it was only about 10:00. We got to a Braum’s at about 10:20 so we sat in the car until 10:30 when they start their lunch menu. We walked in with food a little before 11:00 and there was a trail of rose petals leading from the garage door to the patio door. (Not the first time to have a trail of rose petals in my house.) Alex and I put the food on the kitchen table and I saw movement on the patio. I opened the door and there was the boyfriend, on his knee with a ring box in his hand. I looked at him for a second or two then closed the door. All I could do was turn and stare at Alex. I still had my hand on the doorknob. I stared at Alex, who had no idea what was going on. I was speechless. I opened the door after a few more seconds and there was the boyfriend, still on his knee. I closed the door again. Still speechless, I thought, “Yup, this happening. What do I do?” In those few seconds I searched my heart, my gut, for what to say. Finally I opened the door again and stepped out onto the patio. Boyfriend was still on his knee to my right. I just looked around the freshly-mowed yard (hired guy had mowed that morning) and remarked about how nice the yard looked and what a nice job he did. Then I looked down at the boyfriend, his eyes red and teary, and he asked me to marry him. I pulled him up and said “Absolutely. Some day.” Maybe he was just happy to get off his knee, but he said he’d wait, he’s in no hurry. So, there’s no date set though we’ve tossed ideas around, what with the increased benefits he’d receive as a married man on deployment and with Travis’ insurance changing.

20160930_120335It’s his grandmother’s ring. He had evidently been planning this for a month or more. He had to get the ring from his mother, take it to the jeweler to get it repaired and sized, and then go back to pick it up from the jeweler. Travis went with him to pick up the ring from the jeweler and managed to keep it a secret from me!

The boyfriend fiancé is a good guy. He treats me like a queen, adores Travis and plays with him all the time. He even likes the girls, though they tend to steer clear of him. He doesn’t hesitate to do the right thing. He’s way smarter than me. He has a good family and we get along well. He makes me feel special. He’s certainly brave to take on this ready-made family and all its baggage!