Today is Valentine’s Day
Today is Valentine’s Day.
No – really.
It was on this day, Feb 15th, I proposed to my wife while she was distracted enough to say “yes”.
It was almost six years to the day after we met.
We met in 1981 at an audition for a play at college called The Learned Ladies. I got a small part and she volunteered to work on the lights. When I found that out, I too volunteered to work on the lights.
The auditorium at Phoenix College had (and I presume still does) “catwalks” – iron sidewalks suspended from the ceiling by what appear to be spider-web-thin strands of wire. The rails on the side of these elevated walkways are not for safety; that’s where the lights attach. I spent many a happy hour enthralled, watching her slide through the rails and twist and turn in order to get to a bolt on one of the fixtures.
As a safety precaution, I would often have to hold on to her legs so she wouldn’t slip.
Purely in the interest of caution, mind you.
We transitioned from friends to best friends and then to dating and then back to best friends again. She felt she wasn’t ready for a steady relationship. Over the next six years we discovered that we already HAD a relationship.
So, I popped the question.
She said yes.
We were married a year later.
That was 18 years ago come March12th.
I still remember the shock (and terror) that went through me when she accepted.
I still feel it sometimes too, on those unguarded moments when she makes a joke or reaches for my hand or falls asleep in the car while I drive.
Happy Valentine’s Day, Chelsea.
No – really.
It was on this day, Feb 15th, I proposed to my wife while she was distracted enough to say “yes”.
It was almost six years to the day after we met.
We met in 1981 at an audition for a play at college called The Learned Ladies. I got a small part and she volunteered to work on the lights. When I found that out, I too volunteered to work on the lights.
The auditorium at Phoenix College had (and I presume still does) “catwalks” – iron sidewalks suspended from the ceiling by what appear to be spider-web-thin strands of wire. The rails on the side of these elevated walkways are not for safety; that’s where the lights attach. I spent many a happy hour enthralled, watching her slide through the rails and twist and turn in order to get to a bolt on one of the fixtures.
As a safety precaution, I would often have to hold on to her legs so she wouldn’t slip.
Purely in the interest of caution, mind you.
We transitioned from friends to best friends and then to dating and then back to best friends again. She felt she wasn’t ready for a steady relationship. Over the next six years we discovered that we already HAD a relationship.
So, I popped the question.
She said yes.
We were married a year later.
That was 18 years ago come March12th.
I still remember the shock (and terror) that went through me when she accepted.
I still feel it sometimes too, on those unguarded moments when she makes a joke or reaches for my hand or falls asleep in the car while I drive.
Happy Valentine’s Day, Chelsea.
posted by methatiam | 2:39 PM
1 Comments:
What a delightful little blog. It is March now, not February, but this little post made me smile. It's also always nice to red people I can see "eye to eye" with.
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