Not his brother, not his mother and certainly not any of his friends.
In fact back when I lived with Billie Sue she said, “KK, you need to dump him. John’s never going to marry you.”
But I had faith.
For a couple more years I waited patiently. Then one new year’s eve he wrapped me in his arms, looked into my eyes and told me how much he loves me. So I said, “Want to marry me?”
My question took both of by surprise, because even though I’d been thinking such thoughts, I’d never before let them cross my lips.
He accepted and now we’re engaged. I love being engaged - so much excitement, so much to look forward to. But the relatives, I learned, aren’t as keen on the engagement as I am. They actually want the marriage that it presages.
My plan of an infinite engagement or a quick wedding in Vegas were quashed and we started planning a large, formal wedding. Planning rolled along smoothly and quietly for a while. Too quietly, in fact. We reserved a site, hired a caterer, florist, musicians, and photographer, bought dresses, shoes and tuxedos, found a preacher, created a guest list, and ordered invitations. I was efficiently steering us toward a beautiful day.
And then Billie Sue went to a baby shower for a friend of ours in
Imagine the cataclysm this caused in Billie Sue’s heart. Next to the birth of her grandson, this is the biggest event in her life. She’s been shopping for a dress since the moment she heard we’re engaged.
Billie Sue called John’s brother, who was no help. “
Then she called us. John was out of the country and I was working in the garden, neither of us were near our cell phone.
With her tender heart beating she phoned my dad, “Jim, did you hear that the wedding’s off?” And he just about had a stroke.