I remember the time when Dave and I attended a wedding fair more than a year ago. We wrote our name in a blank space of the groom and bride section in a registration card, secretly claiming “Someday…at His perfect time!”
During the fair, I tried the trial makeup for the bride and during the conversation, the makeup artist asked, “How did Sir propose to you?”
I was in silence for few seconds.
I was a in dilemma because that was a life or death question. If I say that we were not yet engaged, maybe she would not finish my makeup because we were not her potential clients. I didn’t want to walk out of the place with mascara and blush on but with no eyebrows and lipstick. (But of course, that was a nasty judgment!). Then I recalled how Paul Soriano proposed to Toni Gonzaga. Boom! I retell Paul’s proposal to her with a little something of Dave’s #NinjaMoves. I thought that I was saved by the bell until…Ooopppss! I remembered that I didn’t have an engagement ring on my finger. But the good thing, she was kind enough not to ask, “Wow! That is so sweet! But where is your ring, Ma’am?”
We have been talking about marriage since in the first year of our relationship. We liked to spend long hours of chit chatting over coffee or donuts talking about on how we will raise our future family, what our decorations in our own house would look like, and imagining the moment when we would stare at each other’s eyes with our wrinkles and gray or bald hair. We also attended a marriage preparation seminar and a homeschooling orientation where we were the only unwed couple. That is why I thought “marriage proposal” is only a formality, in our case.
But I was wrong.
After our Noche Buena, he gave me a huge purple box. Inside that box were various gifts and another purple box. I opened it one by one. He gave me his collections of key chains of different places because he knew that I am fond of collecting key chains whenever I travel. He also gave me a purple shawl, a big Cadbury chocolate (purple, again), a coin purse, fruit container, a face towel, and my favorite Ube Jam from Baguio. (Yes, purple again!) Then I opened the purple box. But inside that purple box, is another purple box. Then inside it is a box of an iPhone 5s. But I was in doubt. Being a financial literacy advocate, Dave is the last person I know who would buy a very expensive phone. (LOL) When I opened the iPhone box, definitely it was not an iPhone (I was right!), but a small red box.
“Oh my! Hon, what is this?” I said with sweats all over my body. (I already had a hint what was on that red box, but I didn’t want to be assuming 😀 )
After all his romantic gimmicks, he said with his shaking hands and teary eyes, “And the last part/gift is the time that I kneel down, open the box, get this ring, and pop up the question, “Will you marry me?”
And the rest is history.
Nothing fancy. That’s how I described Dave’s marriage proposal to me. No camera. No video. No bunch of crowd, only my mom. But that moment was indescribable. Surreal? I guess that was an understatement. Because that magical feeling was beyond words. Then I remembered I had almost the same feeling way back then, during the second proposal I received in my life.
Last December 2012, few months after the letters C, P, and A were added to our names and after we had crossed over the “hindi kami, pero parang kami” stage, Dave knelt down and got a ring on his pocket.
“Oh no, Please. I’m just a fresh graduate and 20 years old. I’m still new in my work. I’m not yet ready for marriage at this moment. “, I said.
He laughed and rolled on the floor and said, “I’m not yet going to ask you that question. What I want to ask is…will you be my girlfriend?”
Again, the rest is history.
But before those two proposals, there was one person who proposed to me and asked for my heart. For me, that was the best YES in my life.
When I was in first-year high school, someone asked me to entrust my heart to Him. He said that He will never leave me, nor forsake me. He was the first person to promise me the “real forever.”
I said, “Yes!”
But our love story was not smooth sailing. I was a cheater.
There were times that I left Him and tried to do things on my own. There were times that I looked for His love from a toxic relationship. I gave chocolates to a guy. I gave a love letter to someone. I confessed my feeling to another guy through a video recording. HAHAHA. What a shame!
But at the end of those crazy moments, I got tired, felt rejected and wanted a new heart. But I found out that all this time, He was just watching and waiting for me to come back to Him.
I surrendered my heart again to that one person who will never get tired of asking my heart and my Yes. He is GOD.
At the end of it all, I am unfaithful but He is faithful.
Because those times were part of my pruning season. I have learned to wait for a beautiful love story to be written by Him. But waiting was not that easy. It was painful. But after all those things was the harvest season-the best man he has prepared for me asked me “Will you be my girlfriend?” and later on “Will you marry me?”
It may sound cliché, but I couldn’t ask for more.
Have you already said your best YES to HIM? You have the best story to tell. Write it now.