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It was my last day of being a teenager.
I sat in the second row of Physics II and waited until class was over to approach the professor. College was extremely important to me. I never skipped classes, so what I had to say bunched my stomach in knots.
“I won’t be in class tomorrow night.”
He gave me a skeptical stare, one that made me squirm.
“It’s my birthday, and my boyfriend has something special planned. I’ll get the notes from a classmate and make up the assignment.”
After what felt like three full minutes (but was actually about three seconds!), he nodded and told me to have a good time.
When I got home from work the next day, I put on my favorite skirt with a pretty sweater. I fluffed my hair and cemented it with hairspray (yes, this was wa-a-y back in the early nineties), and waited for whatever my boyfriend had planned.
A limo pulled into my parent’s driveway. A limo! And Scott, who I’d been dating for almost three years, knocked on my door. He looked so handsome. I still couldn’t believe this incredible guy loved me.
We drove to a wonderful restaurant on the river. I don’t remember what I ate, but I know I enjoyed it. Back in the limo, Scott pulled out a cupcake, popped a candle in it, and he and the limo driver serenaded me with “Happy Birthday.” Dusk was starting to fall, so we drove to Frankenmuth, a little German town in Michigan, about fifteen minutes away. Scott asked the driver to drop us off near the covered wooden bridge.
Hand-in-hand, we strolled along the sidewalk. We veered to the right, stopping in the center of the bridge’s walkway to admire the sunset. I can still see the sky—vibrant orange, swirls of magenta and deep purple. The river below gurgled.
Scott dropped to one knee. I gasped.
He took my hand in his, said some really sweet things that for the life of me I can’t remember, and asked me to marry him. I yelled, “Yes!” and he slid a beautiful diamond ring on my finger.
We’ve been married twenty years now. In November, I lost the diamond on my ring. I searched the house for it, but it didn’t show up. The more I looked, the more upset I got. Now, mind you, my ring was not the mammoth diamond engagement set you see nowadays. But my husband delivered a ton of pizzas to buy me that ring, and it means the world to me.
Before indulging in a crying marathon, I decided to check my closet floor for the diamond. Can you believe it? The diamond was there! Just sitting on the carpet.
A few weeks ago I had the diamond reset, and it’s back on my finger. I love that ring. I love my memories of getting engaged. We were young, without much money…and happy.
From time to time, we go back to Frankenmuth, and whenever we walk along the bridge, I stop a moment in the exact spot Scott proposed.
And I say a little prayer of thanks.
What was the most romantic moment in your life? Are you still waiting for it?
Have a wonderful day!!
Jill Kemerer writes Christian romance novels with love, humor and faith. Her debut novel, Small-Town Bachelor, will be available April 2015 from Harlequin Love Inspired. Jill loves coffee, M&Ms, fluffy animals, magazines and her hilarious family. Visit her website, www.jillkemerer.com, and connect with Jill on Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest!
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