21 years ago today
he asked me to marry him.
21 years ago today
I knew God had sent me my man.
21 years ago today
I knew God had sent me my family.
21 years.
Hard to believe.
And even harder to believe it's the 3rd year I've passed the day without him.
I wrote a blog entry last night for today but then decided not to post it.
But today, my Crystol texted me and said,
"Very thankful for the day my dad asked you to marry him. : )"
She also said,
"I almost didn't say anything because I didn't want you to think
about it if you weren't already but I took a chance."
I was so glad she remembered.
Without him to remember with, sometimes it almost feels as if it never really happened.
And after thanking her for mentioning and remembering the day that happened
not long after she had turned 11,
I also told her that I will never NOT think about it.
I'm a date person
I remember dates.
And that day is going to always be in my mind.
Even if it's not spoken of out loud.
So for her to remember too was special.
When I think of that day, I smile.
When I think of that day, I miss him, but I mostly remember the great day I had with Crystol and him.
When I think of that day, I remember the "feelings" of the day,
even before he asked me to marry him.
When I think of that day, I remember how purely happy we all were just being together
and I smile.
I asked Crystol what she remembered about that evening and the morning after when we told her he had proposed and I had said yes.
She said she remembers the same things I do:
"sitting on the beach together,
sitting in the hammock (which, by the way, is where he proposed after Crystol had gone to bed),
and just the feeling. I was happy."
We all were.
And, just as Crystol said,
I am thankful for the day, 21 years ago, that her dad asked me to marry him.
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What I wrote on the first June 21st without him.
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