Once again I warn you that this is a personal blog. However, I am happy to announce that our ranks of readership have swelled to 5 now. (/me waves hi to Jack) As with last time, if you are looking for deep insight…well, you are in the wrong place to begin with.
For those of you who know me, you know that I’m coming out of a year of craziness. I did some things…not good things…things I have 19 more years of apologies for. To that end…
On October 27th, 2005 at 11:10 AM, the lovely and talented Kathy Rebbeca (Murar) Evans said that she would marry me, all over again! (Pictures when PinkBird gets off her butt and sends them to me)
It was a beautiful surprise. It was a small ceremony with just the kids, our pastor, Kathy’s best friend, and the people she works with. (Many thanks to Jennifer; I couldn’t have pulled this off without your help. You too Larry, thanks for clearing the office. You are a heck of a boss.)
We staged on the balcony in a restaurant in her building. Once everybody was there, I went upstairs and got her. Jennifer had scheduled a meeting for her so when I showed up, I announced myself as her 11:00. :)
Without explaining, I escorted her downstairs to the restaurant, out to the balcony. There in front of her friends, co-workers and our kids, I got down on one knee and I asked her to marry me all over again – pregnant pause of at least 30 seconds – AND SHE SAID YES! I was worried thre for a moment. If she said no, well, lunch was off.
Tim, our pastor, performed a beautiful ceremony in which we recommitted our vows. (Thank you Tim!)
After it was all over, we went inside and ate. (The food there is wonderful!)
All in all it was a wonderful day in my life; the second best so far. I told Kathy afterwards that I was taken aback at how powerfully it affected me. I enjoy making “Grand Gestures” but usually the joy is in the gesture. This one was different. As I stood there looking at this beautiful woman who for 22 years has stood by me, I was moved more deeply than I am usually comfortable with. I was outside of my comfort zone…but you know, it felt wonderful. It felt wonderful because she was standing there next to me. I knew as long as she was there, I can deal with everything else.
Thank you my love; thank you for 22 wonderful years. I hope to spend the rest of my life saying thank you.
Until next time, it was great being home again!
p.s. Thanks to you too Kim. Thanks for…well, everything.