Saturday, February 14, 2009

A Special Day

Twelve years ago today I was probably trying to find some way to fill the time before the church Valentine Banquet that night. I probably didn't eat much that day either, considering how fluttery my stomach was acting.

Why all the angst? This really nice boy from church was actually taking me to the dinner. Sure, before then we usually sat at the same table anyway. And we were friends. But, well, he was driving me there. And bringing me home. It was - or was it? - a date.

I probably shouldn't have worried about it so much. It was, I believe, certifiably the worst date in the history of dating. Or at least in my history of dating. (Which is not extensive, I grant you.)

I'll spare you the gory details. (OK, I've forgotten some of them) Suffice it to say, neither of us really enjoyed ourselves. Although we did win a prize because we finished a crossword puzzle before all the other adults in the room. You can find words on a page pretty quickly when you're not looking at each other.

And the ride home was worse. I think we were the first ones to leave the banquet. I remember thinking, "I guess this is it." And it probably would have been but somehow we ended up sitting on my front porch (my parents weren't home yet) and talking. And then everything was better. He said he thought Pastor Dad would kill him if he dated me. (Maybe, I thought. But he had asked Pastor Dad permission to let us go on this date and it had been granted, right?) That little hurdle managed, we discovered we really did like each other in a friend way and a more than friend way.

Then my parents came home and agreed to let me go with him and his friends to watch a movie (I know, I know, my parents are really great). Which ended up being pretty much the worst movie I've ever seen. (It was just that kind of day, I guess.) That horrible date and awful movie started the rest of my life.

And one year later - at the same place where we'd had that disastrous first date - he asked me to marry him. He had placed the ring in a box of candy conversation hearts. I didn't notice at the time, he showed me later - hey all I saw was the ring! -but all the hearts said, "Marry Me". (As if there were any doubt that I would!)

Now we sometimes go to a Valentine Banquet, like we did last night. But we usually spend our Valentine's days with our girls. We make a special dinner, we light candles, we all talk. Sometimes we watch a family movie. And every year is the best Valentine's I can imagine.

Happy Valentine's Day to you all!


Philip said...

It was actually worse than that! We planned to see a real movie at the theater, but we couldn't find anything good, so we RENTED the horrible movie. It was the best worst-date I every had!

Also, we had horrible live violin music during the proposal. It was perfect!

Happy day after Valentine's Day, Honey!

Kathi Hamby said...
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Anonymous said...

Hey Karen, Just wanted to let you know that I enjoy reading your blog. Thanks for allowing me to take a peek into your lives. I can tell by your blogs that you and Philip are great parents. Have a blessed day!
Love to all, Kathi Hamby

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