Mrs. Charming.
That has a nice ring to it, don't you think?
Speaking of ring, have I mentioned that I'm sporting a rather gorgeous one on a somewhat important finger?
Almost two and a half years ago I started a blog. It was entitled "Annals of a Christian Single." I was tired of living in small towns where people acted as though something was wrong with you because you were in your mid- to late-twenties and unmarried. Because you wanted to go to university and attain a profession.
I had been in seven weddings and received more than enough comments about the movie Twenty-Seven Dresses. I have a closet containing all seven dresses, ranging from red velvet to hot pink to black.
Friends tried to set me up with people. My life seemed to be one humorous story after another as I began to embrace my singleness.
A year and a half ago something interesting happened.
I commented on a friend's status on Facebook one day, and found that one of this friend's friends commented back. Only his comment was directed at me.
So we commented back and forth.
Which drove my friend crazy.
I actually met this person at a wedding a few years earlier. Okay, I claim they were pointed out to me and that was it. He claims we talked.
Apparently I left an impression on him.
It didn't take long before this person added me on Facebook. Sounds silly, I know, but what ensued was three months where any status I updated, and comment I made on a friend's wall, was followed by this person. I returned home to work for the summer and was bombarded with questions about this person's identity. All I knew was that we had met at a wedding a few years before and they were known by their friends as being a bit of a flirt.
One day I decided to send this person a private message on Facebook. I loved the battles of wit we would enter into, and did not want to lose that, but was also a little concerned about the attention his attentions were drawing.
Email became back and forth conversations from the time I got off work until he went to bed at night (we had to deal with a three hour time difference).
This soon turned into texting which would occur all day.
Texting then developed into Skype dates.
Then something happened.
This person, this man, informed me he had bought a ticket to come and spend ten days with me. He was serious about wanting to pursue a relationship with me.
I was scared. My last relationship had been a long distance thing that had begun online. When the guy met me in person he wanted nothing to do with me.
That takes a toll on a girl.
But this guy was adamant that that would not happen.
So he came. I was sick the days before his arrival, convinced he would step off the plane, take one look at me, and turn the other way.
But he didn't.
I had to finish school out here in BC. He was in Ontario. But we decided to do the long distance thing. I was convinced he would discover just how insecure and needy I can be, just how flawed and imperfect I really am, and would realize he should just run.
But he didn't.
In April, I was offered a full-time teaching job. In BC. Away from him for another year. I thought maybe then he would decide it would be too much work.
But he didn't.
This last weekend I went home to my parents' for Thanksgiving and this man, my Mr. Charming, flew up for the weekend to spend it with us. On Saturday afternoon we went for a fall walk along the river, just the two of us.
After pausing on a bridge, I turned and discovered him lowering himself down onto one knee, ring proffered in his hands, asking me to marry him.
I'm in awe.
This really happened.
This ring is really on my hand and I really get to marry the man I love. The man who challenges me to be a better person. The man who loves me, flaws and all.
So here's to being blessed beyond description.
And here's to getting to become Mrs. Charming ;)
That has a nice ring to it, don't you think?
Speaking of ring, have I mentioned that I'm sporting a rather gorgeous one on a somewhat important finger?
Almost two and a half years ago I started a blog. It was entitled "Annals of a Christian Single." I was tired of living in small towns where people acted as though something was wrong with you because you were in your mid- to late-twenties and unmarried. Because you wanted to go to university and attain a profession.
I had been in seven weddings and received more than enough comments about the movie Twenty-Seven Dresses. I have a closet containing all seven dresses, ranging from red velvet to hot pink to black.
Friends tried to set me up with people. My life seemed to be one humorous story after another as I began to embrace my singleness.
A year and a half ago something interesting happened.
I commented on a friend's status on Facebook one day, and found that one of this friend's friends commented back. Only his comment was directed at me.
So we commented back and forth.
Which drove my friend crazy.
I actually met this person at a wedding a few years earlier. Okay, I claim they were pointed out to me and that was it. He claims we talked.
Apparently I left an impression on him.
It didn't take long before this person added me on Facebook. Sounds silly, I know, but what ensued was three months where any status I updated, and comment I made on a friend's wall, was followed by this person. I returned home to work for the summer and was bombarded with questions about this person's identity. All I knew was that we had met at a wedding a few years before and they were known by their friends as being a bit of a flirt.
One day I decided to send this person a private message on Facebook. I loved the battles of wit we would enter into, and did not want to lose that, but was also a little concerned about the attention his attentions were drawing.
Email became back and forth conversations from the time I got off work until he went to bed at night (we had to deal with a three hour time difference).
This soon turned into texting which would occur all day.
Texting then developed into Skype dates.
Then something happened.
This person, this man, informed me he had bought a ticket to come and spend ten days with me. He was serious about wanting to pursue a relationship with me.
I was scared. My last relationship had been a long distance thing that had begun online. When the guy met me in person he wanted nothing to do with me.
That takes a toll on a girl.
But this guy was adamant that that would not happen.
So he came. I was sick the days before his arrival, convinced he would step off the plane, take one look at me, and turn the other way.
But he didn't.
I had to finish school out here in BC. He was in Ontario. But we decided to do the long distance thing. I was convinced he would discover just how insecure and needy I can be, just how flawed and imperfect I really am, and would realize he should just run.
But he didn't.
In April, I was offered a full-time teaching job. In BC. Away from him for another year. I thought maybe then he would decide it would be too much work.
But he didn't.
This last weekend I went home to my parents' for Thanksgiving and this man, my Mr. Charming, flew up for the weekend to spend it with us. On Saturday afternoon we went for a fall walk along the river, just the two of us.
After pausing on a bridge, I turned and discovered him lowering himself down onto one knee, ring proffered in his hands, asking me to marry him.
I'm in awe.
This really happened.
This ring is really on my hand and I really get to marry the man I love. The man who challenges me to be a better person. The man who loves me, flaws and all.
So here's to being blessed beyond description.
And here's to getting to become Mrs. Charming ;)
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