I heard the doorbell ring and knew it was him!  He had come to pick me up for the Texas Ball.  I opened the door and my guy looked drop dead gorgeous from the top of his cowboy hat down to his cowboy boots and I was a mess!  On my way to answer the door I stopped to add some more hairspray (when you have hair like mine it needs constant control by way of hairspray, lots & lots of hairspray).  I was in such a hurry to be on time (apparently I’ve made us late for every date we’ve had in the past six months) that I mistakingly grabbed my hair mousse instead of my hairspray.  My hair was a soggy, limp, sticky complete disaster! So I may have been a little short with him when he looked at me, chuckled and asked “How much longer do you need to fix that”?  (pointing at my hair)

We had dated for 6 months so one would think that he would be accustomed to my tardiness! I don’t know about you, but when someone phrases a question like that,  I’m gonna be a little short!

Soggy, limp, sticky hair aside, didn’t he know this kind of preparation couldn’t be rushed?  I needed to be picture perfect.  Didn’t he understand that I spent a weeks worth of pay at the western store on this perfect bedazzled jumpsuit and I needed the perfect hairdo to go with it?  After waiting 45 minutes, he finally said we really needed to go.  I looked one last time in the mirror and thought well this is quite honestly a miracle in the making because for the first time ever, I had control of my hair…thank you Jesus! I went outside to his truck, he opened the door for me (I love how this dude was raised)  and I hopped in.  He got in, reached into the side pocket of his truck seat, pulled out a box, tossed it to me and said, “see how this goes with your outfit”.  I sat there for just about 1 whole second, opened the box and saw the biggest, most beautiful diamond solitaire EVER! Not bragging but my guy put a 2 carat on my finger (a gentleman with great taste, how does this happen?).  I could only think of one word to say to him… “When?” as in When’s the wedding? Yep, that was my response.  All of 1 word.  No need in acting like I was hard to get,  I was totally smitten and in love with this wrangler wearing cowboy.

HE TOSSED IT AND I CAUGHT IT!  He wasn’t then nor has he ever been someone who minced words.  He’s not a poet or a romantic (in the traditional sort of way) but when he says something, it comes from his heart and he genuinely means it.  After driving a while and glancing at the rock he had placed on my left hand, it dawned on me that he’d just proposed! I said to him “That was the worst proposal I’ve ever heard, I should get a do-over”.  He said, “nope, no do-overs, I love you, I want to spend the rest of my life with you and that’s it.”  I said “OK”.

I’m pretty awesome at ONE WORD responses to life changing questions 🙂

’til next Sunday y’all- Tammy