i met him in august of 2006. our first date was at a mediocre restaurant that we later discovered neither of us liked in the first place... how we ended up there, i still don't know. but the conversation made our surroundings disappear. we barely touched our food, waived off the waiter everytime he came by, and finally left when we realized no one else was left in the place. he didn't kiss me that night, but i called my best friend on the way home and told her this was it - i found the one. and if you knew me then, you KNEW that was not something i said - EVER! 2 years later i found out that he called his dad to say the same thing.
for our first valentine's day, we decided to take a trip to Disney World, my family's vacation destination year after year since i was out of diapers. it's the only place i have ever felt completely at ease, happy, and safe. for me, Disney is my sanctuary - i think i was nearly in my teens by the time it hit me - "these people WORK here. they are not just part of this fantasy world." i suppose that's how Walt wanted it, and i still see it the same way i did as a child.
the night before our trip, ohio was hit with a huge snow storm. we all drove home white knuckled, gripping the steering wheel in a white out. he called and said he had to stay at work, and wouldn't be home until late. in a snow storm?? i was a nervous wreck!
our flight was delayed the next morning and we arrived in Disney about 5 hours late, with just enough time to check in and run out the door to go see the fireworks on the beach. well, i'm not the type to just 'run out the door'. i shower twice everyday - yes, i'm a pain - and i wasn't about to just change my habits because of some flight. so i showered and got ready for dinner, all while he rushed me along. "the fireworks are done every night! if we miss it, we will go see them tomorrow!", i shot back.
finally we're out the door at the elevator and he says "hold the door, i forgot my wallet." well for a guy that was so 'rushed' to get going, you would think he would have already picked up his wallet - whatev!
we make it to the beach just in time to see the start of the fireworks. we walked down to the chapel at the Grand Floridian Resort and Spa where it was a little more secluded, and stood under a canopy of roses outside. that's when it happened - Kevin got down on one knee and asked me to marry him after only 6 months together.
staying late at work was him driving across town in the snow to pick up the ring.
the rush for the fireworks was him trying to stick with his plans for the night.
and the forgotten wallet was him taking the ring out of the safe in the room.
the first words out of my mouth were "did you ask my dad?" followed by a huge "YES!".
he had a fabulous dinner set up at the Grand Floridian. then we went back to the room at The Animal Kingdom Lodge and drank Moet Champagne on the balcony as we watched antelopes chase each other just outside our room. it was the perfect night, and every since then, we have always considered valentine's day more of our anniversary than the day we got married.
we had a simple valentine's day this year at home, and it couldn't have been more perfect.
