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Thursday, February 23rd 2006

7:45 AM

Proposal ideas...

  • Mood mushy
  • Praying That God will take care of my marital future, single or married
You know? I've been doin' a lot of thinking......
My sister is married and Pregnant! (which I'm so happy for her)
Stephanie is married and pregant!
Holly is engaged
Maryse is married and has a baby beautiful girl

Here i am ....still wondering of whether I'll be proposed to....
Well, this is how I'd like to be proposed to:

In the morning, I wake up to a red, silk ribbon tied either in plain sight or on finger. Attatched is a note, it reads one special moment.
Course', my love is at work (or "not home") and I don't see him in the house.
I get up to make breakfast or get ready, and I see another ribbon with a fond memory between me  and my honey. ok, at this point, I'm mushy because all these memories are coming back.
Once I'm ready for the day, I hop in my truck for an errand,...and yet, another ribbon.
Now, I feel spoiled.
Through out the day, no matter where I'm at, I see a red ribbon with a love memory of me and my love.
by the end of the day, 10 of the best memories are on those ribbons I found.
I come into the door of my house, and see candles everywhere, no electricity is being used.
Candles are the only light eluminating the house.
The kitchen table is set with dinner light candles (2) and a white rose in the middle, dinner plates ready. Ok, my love has to be home to go out of the way to do this.
I look down and see a trail of candles along the hall as I travel down the hallway.
It leads to my room, and there I see more candles everywhere along my walls, and tables.
THere, on my bed, is my love sitting there with a  on his face.
'Course, I'm curious why he set the table the way he did, and he asks me to sit down
So, I do and he asks me if I know how much he loves me (which btw, R.S. does this all the time)
... The response is usually a "this---------much" response, for either party.
He said, yes and No.
I would say,  "No? what you mean by that..."
He pulls out the ring..and says, "No, this (shows ring) much."
There is a black rose in his hand, tyed with the same red ribbon I've seen all day, and the ring is tied in the middle of it all. I'll let your mind go wild on how the rest of tte ngiht went

and that's how I want to see it...
but....for those who didn't want to read the longer version above, here's the shorter:
Red ribbon romatic moments with them-10 total...seen everywhere I go.
Come home from wherever, see candles everywhere and find a trail to my room
Find my love on my bed, holding a black rose tied with the same ribbon with the ring tied in the middle of it.
This sounds SOOOOOO romantic to me....
anywho,
that's my thoughts on that...
I know...it's very random. but I'm a hopeless romantic....this is me expressing that part. ^_^
0 Answered Prayers.

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