Fast forward to our grade nine french class and we sat two rows apart. We never said a word to each other but I knew who he was. He had grown up to be about six feet tall. His hair was darker, his eyes were still blue. My girlfriends gushed about him when they would run into him at school. I still never had a conversation with him and would still never believe he would be my future husband.
After highschool, we were officially introduced by a mutual friend. I had the weirdest feeling about him. It wasn't love at first sight but I just knew that he was where I was supposed to be. I asked him out a few times and each time he made an excuse. He said he would call and wouldn't. One day out of the blue he called and asked if he could take me to a movie. He talked so fast I could barely understand him. We had a great time and he wasn't like any other guy I've ever met.
Four years later on my twenty-third birthday, Gary handed me a birthday card. I opened it. Inside was a surprise trip to Disney World - my favourite place in the entire world. I had no idea that about a month earlier when I asked him to pick me up (I accidentally took a train to the wrong town on my way home from work) he couldn't because he was picking out my engagement ring. I had no idea that he told his family I would soon be one of them. I had no idea as I reached into his backpack on space mountain, that my engagement ring was in there - probably next to where I placed my sunglasses. I had no idea that he was about to propose in front of Cinderella's Castle but was interrupted when the steam train was heading in our direction. I had no idea why he kept asking me to walk back to the castle (and then would chicken out). On our fourth trek back to the castle, I had my video camera out as we ran into a talking garbage can named Push.
This was the beginning of our year and a half engagement that would lead to the happiest day of my life. Stay tuned for our wedding post.
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