Several weeks ago, long before Granny went into the hospital, The Attorney may or may not have asked me to marry him.
He just said out-of-the-blue, “When the time comes, why don’t we move to Massachusetts or somewhere we could get married?”
He said it so casually that I just blew if off as rhetorical.
Then he asked, “Do you believe in soul mates?”
I’m just not sure I believe in marriage.
For other folks I think it’s great.
It’s not that I’m against it. It just isn’t something that I felt like I really needed to be happy.
But, my eyes have been opened to the possibility.
I’m not climbing to the top of the cake or anything, yet. But I’m probably at the base wondering what the view is like up there.
And maybe there’s a long-legged fella with a wide-mouthed grin waiting for me to get to where we take the final tier together.
Someone that has shown me that he’s not gonna let me fall off.
I don’t think it will come as a surprise to anyone reading when I say I’ve known for some time that The Attorney is committed to our relationship. Neither a surprise that he is nor a surprise that I know it.
We got to bring Granny home today. Because she is getting better.
And all his efforts on her behalf and mine these recent weeks have been momumental, tireless, and completely unselfish.
I came to realize that my long-legged, wide-grinning man is committed not only to me, but to everything that comes with me.
That’s a person you climb a cake for.
And one you hold tight to, to make sure that he doesn’t fall either.
But he’s gonna have to ask me proper.
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