Desiree had thought about this moment for years. She had imagined it over and over. And now the time had come. In fact the moment had come and gone. It was nothing like she had imagined.
She had always wondered what the circumstances of a marriage proposal would be. Would it be over a romantic candlelight dinner? Would it be in a garden full of flowers and birdsong? Would it be in an orchard with bright red apples shining against a blue sky? Would it be…?
Then she met Liam. Her dreams intensified. She knew Liam was to be the one. He was such a romantic too. Whatever scheme he was to invent in order to propose marriage it was destined to be exotic and quixotic. And now the moment had come!
Liam was driving his old truck to pick up some garden compost from the Garden Centre for his parents. Desiree tagged along too as she often did. Then out of the blue Liam said, “I suppose we should get married” and Desiree said, “I ‘spose so”.
And that was it. It was perfect.
Awesome! If I may bore you…we were coming up on July 4th 1999, that very American holiday lol, and I asked Jennifer…what are you doing July 4th weekend?…lets get married….and yes we did.
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Wonderful! Which just goes to show that all of these stories are true.
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I was repairing something and had a hammer or toolbox in my hands…yes they are!
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I must be a sourpuss and not a romantic, because this seems like pro-female propaganda. All weddings seem designed for the bride, with the man as the mere mandatory accessory to make it all go. She’s the center of attention and it’s her whims that are met.
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Definitely not a romantic!
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I like this, rather than making a big song and dance over it. Middle Town America I’m guessing?
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I was thinking more here!
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Nice Bruce.
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I suppose that’s kind of practical.
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Sort of.
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That there is a match made in heaven.
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Nice to keep ones feet on the ground.
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Hope their marriage is not one big compost pile!
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Good compost requires a bit of care.
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Some things you just can’t argue with.
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I am inclined to agree with everybody – but thank goodness I’m not in charge of a country.
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The bar is very low. You would do fine.
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Romantic proposals are overrated. My only condition for my hubbs was that he not ask me on a jumbotron. He didn’t, so I said yes.
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I had to do a search for “jumbotron” and I’m still none the wiser. You should be grateful that your husband is more educated than me!
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It’s the large screen at a stadium that displays the action for the people in the cheap seats at the top and where less considerate men occasionally pop the question in front of 40,000 of the couple’s closest friends. I probably didn’t spell it right. It might even be one of those words that lacks a uniform spelling.
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Thanks for that – it all makes sense. The things I looked up mentioned sports, and flat screens and goodness knows what, I can certainly see why you would prefer not to have the question popped over a jumbotron!
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No sonata playing under the moonlight while the fireflies dance around the excited couple? I guess a pickup does the job.
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Ha ha! Nothing like compost to inspire love.
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