Valentine's Day
11 years ago today, which was also a somewhat rainy day, if I recall correctly, the hubby and I were at baiacou's house with some other friends from Highlander days. They had come to town to go to a special viewing of the series end being given by Gillian Horvath, one of the writers from the show, whom several of us had gotten to know at cons and via fandom, being held the night before. Hubby and I were slated to go to that viewing too but the combination of his being three hours late picking me up in East LA due to an accident on the freeway and then getting lost trying to find the location of the viewing led to the worst migraine of my entire life and we ended up at home instead.
I skipped work the following day and we drove to the house Morgan lived in at the time to meet up with everyone. It was a lovely, if somewhat damp, day and we all took a trip to the beach. We had to leave sooner than I would have liked but hubby, knowing how much I love the ocean, told me that we could come back later, before we headed home, if I'd like.
When we left Morgan's, a light mist was falling and hubby asked if still wanted to go the beach. For me, that's pretty much a no-brainer and I answered in the affirmative. We headed back to where we'd been that afternoon and walked down to the beach. And there, at just a twinkle past midnight, making it Feb. 14, he got down on one knee in the sand and asked me to marry him. We both cried when I said yes. It was a lovely and magical moment and even though there are times that I swear I'd like to dropkick him to the moon, I've never regretted it.
I love you, honey!
I skipped work the following day and we drove to the house Morgan lived in at the time to meet up with everyone. It was a lovely, if somewhat damp, day and we all took a trip to the beach. We had to leave sooner than I would have liked but hubby, knowing how much I love the ocean, told me that we could come back later, before we headed home, if I'd like.
When we left Morgan's, a light mist was falling and hubby asked if still wanted to go the beach. For me, that's pretty much a no-brainer and I answered in the affirmative. We headed back to where we'd been that afternoon and walked down to the beach. And there, at just a twinkle past midnight, making it Feb. 14, he got down on one knee in the sand and asked me to marry him. We both cried when I said yes. It was a lovely and magical moment and even though there are times that I swear I'd like to dropkick him to the moon, I've never regretted it.
I love you, honey!