Happy Holiday to All. I have received several personal e-mails inquiring about how my big day went. I replied to a few and decided instead of continually replying individually that I would just post a reply to my Sister Monique. To all that prayed that my moment would be all I hoped, thank you! To those that are still searching for love, stop searching and allow a higher power to send you your help mate.
Monique,
I'm afraid to say anything. I know that you are going to tell %$^&* - lol!!! I feel like I have done something wrong.
Constance and her family attended my church on Sunday. My pastor said that we had special guest and asked if I would do the welcome. I talked about how this was a special time of year. A time to celebrate the birth of the living savior. A time to renew old friendships and a time for family. I went on to say that God has been good and that I felt like singing my favorite "To God Be the Glory." I hit every note. Monique, I can sing but I don't really go all out unless it is at a funeral. I had the church on fire. Folk were standing and shouting and I even thought my dad was going to cry. I looked over at my mom and she was dabbing her eye. I felt God's love for me and the love that only parents can give. At this point I was nervous and thought this was going to be the time I have waited for all my life. I thought the Holy Ghost was going to send me running around the church - - - you know how some folk do in church. Well, I've always wanted to know that feeling that is so strong that you pass out as you praise the name of Jesus. Unfortunately, it was not my time. Although now neverous, I testified to my parents and church family that God had blessed me. I went on to talk of times at a low and how his love and forgiveness lifted me. I finally said that there is only one thing that could complete my life - a helpmate ( I got the term from Church Folk). I walked over to Constance and said how she enriched my life and helped me to understand the love that my parents share. I took her by the hand and said that individually each of the three diamonds in my hand is representative of friendship, love and happiness and as my wife I promise a lifetime of all three. I finally said "Will you complete my life and become Mrs. Constance .... Monique she cried and cried and cried. I thought she was going to say no for a minute because she could not stop crying. What really got me is when she placed her hands around my face and kissed me lightly on the lips and said yes. I was HAPPY AND EMBARASSASED at the same time. After all we were in church and I wanted to . . . well you know what I mean. Everyone in church stood and clapped. My parents and her aunts and uncle hugged us. My bad seed Brother was even crying and gave us a hug. I could not have wised for a better way of popping the question. Not bad for a brother that is not considered to be a romantic.
I Did It
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