Yes, Again.

Twenty years ago this week, I said yes.

Flashback to April, 1991:

He cooked dinner for me. Steak and baked potatoes. I took pictures of the food, of him, of me.

After dinner, we were sitting side by side and he gave me a beautiful Easter basket, full of chocolate candy, jelly beans and one huge, hot pink plastic egg in the center. More pictures.

He said,excitedly, "See what's inside the egg!"

I opened the huge pink egg to find a small egg. I smiled and rolled my eyes.

I opened the small egg to reveal yet another smaller egg.

I looked at him inquisitively...my pulse began to quicken, palms got sweaty...like something vastly important was taking place.

I opened this next egg to find a teeny, tiny plastic pink egg.

"Wait." he said. And as he moved from the chair to his knees, I thought my heart would pound clean out of my chest. Was I dreaming? Is this it?

Together, we opened the last tiny egg to reveal a circle of gold with a pear-shaped diamond sparkling in the candle light.

I gasped. Then uttered the most profound words..."Is it real?" Silly me. Why would he trick me with a bubble gum ring??

Then, with shaky voice, he began to speak words of love to me. How the Lord brought us together. How he loved me like no other. How he wanted to spend the rest of his days on earth with me. ME! Then..... "Will you marry me? Will you be my wife?"

Oh, have mercy. My heart soars and tears prick my eyes just reliving this precious, divine moment, 20 years later.

Through tears of joy, I said, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" And he placed the very real, very shiny ring on my finger.


20 years later, I'd say "yes" a thousand times over without a single pause....because I'd know how well-loved I'd be by my Hero with the Easter basket.