JerAndKathy
07-15-2006, 08:53 PM
Well, many moon ago Kathy & I decided that we were going to get married. But, it would probably be best for families if she moved here first, we 'courted' and had a bit of a 'normal' relationship before I proposed. And so it was to be. We'd go through spurts every now & again where we'd talk about the big day, we could do this, we could do that, etc. But never anything serious.
She was coming down here for a visit in September of '03, and she had told me that she wanted to go out to dinner. We never go out on real dates, she wanted to go out. Ok, fine. I'll get something arranged. Wasn't sure what yet, but I'd figure something out.
So we were on the phone one night, I said I love you. She said I love you, too. That moment, it just seemed 'right'. I don't know what it was, but it seemed the right time. To hell with waiting, it seemed like now was the time to do it.
My Dad's Mom had died when I was in 5th grade (1989'ish I think), and my brother and I had gotten a couple of her rings. One, I knew wasn't a fancy ring, the other I knew was a diamond. But I didn't know who got which one. So I called Mom, asked where they were "either in my dresser or the safe deposit box". Yeah, I knew that much, do you know which? LoL She said she would check, and I explained why. I wanted the diamond, and told her why.
I expected a lecture or something, but didn't get much response. She did call back within the half hour and said I could stop by and pick up the diamond 'tomorrow'. The ring was a solitaire with a lattice work type band on the sides and the bottom was one thick bead of gold with a thin bead on either side. (In this case, I mean 'bead' as in a 'bead of caulking')
Now to get it sized. There's only one jewler in town I would trust with such a special task. So the next day I was off to the jewler. Dropped off the ring and it would be back in 5 days, I think it was. Ok, cool. I was still formulating just exactly how I would propose. I knew I wanted to do it at dinner, but how I didn't know.
I got in touch with one resturant in Columbus that my Dad raves about, but they are not accessible. Damn. They said if I had a collapsible wheelchair, they could get me in - which I do. But I wanted in my power chair for the evening. So I called Dad wanting another resturant. He said had I asked him in the first place, he'd have told me The Refectory (http://therefectory.citysearch.com/page/nur4/Home.html) from the start. The other place is damn good, but this is just a notch better. Sooo, I got reservations.
So this is a couple days after I decided, and Kathy brings up our wedding. I play it cool, and just act normal. We talk about our wedding, this that or the other thing. Nothing out of the ordinary.
I finally decide how I'm going to do it. When I go to pick up the ring:
http://www.jerandkathy.com/kathy/UW_Photos/ring.jpg
I stop by a local store and pick up a spool of ribbony-lacey stuff. At the time, I had a gal working for me who also worked part time for a local florist (Fuzzy's Flowers). She said they had beautiful roses and good prices. So I went with them. I was a bit leary, though. I mean, buying flowers from FUZZY'S FLOWERS? LoL
So, here is the plan...
Kathy arrives in town several hours before our reservations.
We sit and relax for a bit, and then she showers and I get spiffed up.
While she is showering, Cindy brings the roses by (12 red + 1 yellow for friendship) and hides them under the back seat of the van.
Karen and Ernie drive us to dinner 45 mins away and then go on to a friend's for dinner while we eat.
Once we go in, Karen will take said ribbon and tie it around the roses (and ring) and deliver them to the matre d.
He'll bring them to us, I'll come up with some snappy speach, she'll say yes.
That's not exactly how it unfolded, though. What actually happened is in the next post...LoL
She was coming down here for a visit in September of '03, and she had told me that she wanted to go out to dinner. We never go out on real dates, she wanted to go out. Ok, fine. I'll get something arranged. Wasn't sure what yet, but I'd figure something out.
So we were on the phone one night, I said I love you. She said I love you, too. That moment, it just seemed 'right'. I don't know what it was, but it seemed the right time. To hell with waiting, it seemed like now was the time to do it.
My Dad's Mom had died when I was in 5th grade (1989'ish I think), and my brother and I had gotten a couple of her rings. One, I knew wasn't a fancy ring, the other I knew was a diamond. But I didn't know who got which one. So I called Mom, asked where they were "either in my dresser or the safe deposit box". Yeah, I knew that much, do you know which? LoL She said she would check, and I explained why. I wanted the diamond, and told her why.
I expected a lecture or something, but didn't get much response. She did call back within the half hour and said I could stop by and pick up the diamond 'tomorrow'. The ring was a solitaire with a lattice work type band on the sides and the bottom was one thick bead of gold with a thin bead on either side. (In this case, I mean 'bead' as in a 'bead of caulking')
Now to get it sized. There's only one jewler in town I would trust with such a special task. So the next day I was off to the jewler. Dropped off the ring and it would be back in 5 days, I think it was. Ok, cool. I was still formulating just exactly how I would propose. I knew I wanted to do it at dinner, but how I didn't know.
I got in touch with one resturant in Columbus that my Dad raves about, but they are not accessible. Damn. They said if I had a collapsible wheelchair, they could get me in - which I do. But I wanted in my power chair for the evening. So I called Dad wanting another resturant. He said had I asked him in the first place, he'd have told me The Refectory (http://therefectory.citysearch.com/page/nur4/Home.html) from the start. The other place is damn good, but this is just a notch better. Sooo, I got reservations.
So this is a couple days after I decided, and Kathy brings up our wedding. I play it cool, and just act normal. We talk about our wedding, this that or the other thing. Nothing out of the ordinary.
I finally decide how I'm going to do it. When I go to pick up the ring:
http://www.jerandkathy.com/kathy/UW_Photos/ring.jpg
I stop by a local store and pick up a spool of ribbony-lacey stuff. At the time, I had a gal working for me who also worked part time for a local florist (Fuzzy's Flowers). She said they had beautiful roses and good prices. So I went with them. I was a bit leary, though. I mean, buying flowers from FUZZY'S FLOWERS? LoL
So, here is the plan...
Kathy arrives in town several hours before our reservations.
We sit and relax for a bit, and then she showers and I get spiffed up.
While she is showering, Cindy brings the roses by (12 red + 1 yellow for friendship) and hides them under the back seat of the van.
Karen and Ernie drive us to dinner 45 mins away and then go on to a friend's for dinner while we eat.
Once we go in, Karen will take said ribbon and tie it around the roses (and ring) and deliver them to the matre d.
He'll bring them to us, I'll come up with some snappy speach, she'll say yes.
That's not exactly how it unfolded, though. What actually happened is in the next post...LoL