She was back in Tennessee and I was still in Florida. At some point I spilled the beans about already having the ring. We began making plans for our wedding and even trying to choose a date. Being the southern gentleman that I am, I knew that before I did anything too crazy like ask her to marry me I needed to talk to her dad.
Her dad is from New York. Apparently, New Yorkers don't worry about the whole "ask for their daughters hand in marriage." While having a meal together a conversation similar to this occurred between Kaycee and her dad:
"Dad, Steven has already bought the ring"
"Really? What's he waiting on then?"
"He is waiting to talk to you and get your permission"
"Tell him to go ahead and do it!"
Of course the next time we talked on the phone she told me all the details about this conversation.
I began seriously thinking about how I would propose then. I actually wrote out a poem. I wrote "I love you will you marry me" going down the page and made each line of the poem start with the corresponding letter. The last line said something about looking at the first letter of each line. I decided not to go with that one.
She had made arrangements to fly down to Pensacola and ride back home with me at the end of the summer. I had the great idea to get everyone in the airport in on it and welcome her to town by proposing in the airport. I then thought of all the security and envisioned myself standing on a chair to get everyone's attention and being taken to the back room of the airport and questioned as a terrorist. That wasn't going to work either.
I didn't know how I would do it, but I knew it would be in Pensacola and I knew I only had a few days to figure it out. I was on the way to the airport to pick her up!
To be continued...
Her dad is from New York. Apparently, New Yorkers don't worry about the whole "ask for their daughters hand in marriage." While having a meal together a conversation similar to this occurred between Kaycee and her dad:
"Dad, Steven has already bought the ring"
"Really? What's he waiting on then?"
"He is waiting to talk to you and get your permission"
"Tell him to go ahead and do it!"
Of course the next time we talked on the phone she told me all the details about this conversation.
I began seriously thinking about how I would propose then. I actually wrote out a poem. I wrote "I love you will you marry me" going down the page and made each line of the poem start with the corresponding letter. The last line said something about looking at the first letter of each line. I decided not to go with that one.
She had made arrangements to fly down to Pensacola and ride back home with me at the end of the summer. I had the great idea to get everyone in the airport in on it and welcome her to town by proposing in the airport. I then thought of all the security and envisioned myself standing on a chair to get everyone's attention and being taken to the back room of the airport and questioned as a terrorist. That wasn't going to work either.
I didn't know how I would do it, but I knew it would be in Pensacola and I knew I only had a few days to figure it out. I was on the way to the airport to pick her up!
To be continued...