Happy Valentines a Little Late... and Another Anniversary

I hope you all had a great Valentines Day with the ones you love. We spent a very quiet day at home. I baked some cookies, the boys played, and Dean had to go to the truck for a little while. Then we all watched Wall-E together while eating our favorite treat, popcorn and M&Ms. I tried to take pictures but the battery was dead in my camera. Sorry.

Anyway, I also realized that I missed another anniversary date by a couple of days. February 12, 1993 was the day that Dean and I got engaged. His original plan was to ask me on Valentines Day but many different things conspired together and his original plan got thrown out the window.


I was supposed to be coming home from school on the train on Friday night. Dean had planned to take me on a picnic with Chinese food and then have my fortune cookie stuffed with a paper asking me to marry him. Well....I actually got home Friday afternoon when a friend was able to borrow her uncle's van and we drove down. I went to Dean's house and waited for him to get home. As he pulled into the driveway, his jaw dropped when he saw me. He seemed flustered told me that he had an appointment at 3:00 and I couldn't come. I told him that I had a few errands to do and that I would meet him at my house later because I needed to see my mom before she left for the weekend quilt retreat. While I was waiting for him, my dad called and asked me to come to his office. I said that I was waiting for Dean and he said that he would call Deam to have him come get me at the office because he really needed that car.


I was very surprised when Dean did really come to the office to get me. As we left Dean suggested getting some Chinese food and taking it to a park. I told him that I needed to go home first to say goodbye to my mom. We then went back and forth a bit until he finally gave in and headed to my house. On the way, I mentioned how odd it was to not be wearing my promise ring (one of my errands was to get my rings cleaned and the jeweler kept my promise ring saying he needed to fix something. In reality, Dean had called and asked him to keep it for a day). After about the second time saying it, Dean reached into his pocket, pulled out a little box and he handed it to me. Well, I just stared at it, afraid that is wasn't THE ring. When I finally opened it he asked, "will you marry me?" and of course I said yes. At the next stop sign he helped me put it on.

It ended up to be a good thing that he asked in the car because my mom came out of the house saying, "do you have something to show me?" Apparently my dad had asked him to propose before my mom left when Dean had met with him at 3:00 to ask my parents' blessing. I think I like the way he proposed better than his original plan. It is a fun memory.