As Spring time approaches, I am reminded of wedding season and wanted to share my engagement story with you.
Pop Goes The Question
My then boyfriend Randy’s mom threw us a dual birthday BBQ for our family and friends at our local historic Felton Covered Bridge Park. When we arrived, I found a comfy bench to enjoy my breakfast before preparing for our guests arrived.
“Hon, I really need your help moving these picnic tables,” Randy said.
“I’ll be there in a moment. I’m finishing my bagel and coffee,” I replied.
“No, I need your help now!”
“Randy, I’m starving and will be with you in a moment.” Hmmm, that’s strange. He’s usually not so demanding.
Our festive picnic table and colorful balloons looked great. As we put the finishing touch on the volleyball net, our guests arrived one-by-one.
After two hours of fun and games, Randy grilled marinated skirt steaks which complimented everyone’s contribution. The smell of roasting meat on mesquite chips is etched in my memory. During our mouth-watering meal, our family and friends started roasting us saying things like.
“I remember the first time Becky pulled up to our house on her new Ninja motorcycle. I thought to myself, My daughter is an official biker, my dad chuckled.
I laughed a gut wrenching laugh and turned towards Randy. He kneeled on the ground, reached for my left hand, and said, “Rebecca Lynn Mosberger, will you marry me?”
Tears of joy filled my eyes, “Yes, I’ll marry you!”
We embraced and everyone cheered.
Later that day, I discovered only my parents knew of his proposal plans. No one else; not even Randy’s mom or my brother.
I asked my father, “Did you know about this?”
He replied, “Randy asked me for your hand in marriage recently. I told him. If she’ll have ya, you have my blessing.” He winked.
Fifteen years later, we are still going strong and living in the majestic Santa Cruz Mountains with our fourteen-year-old son and twelve-year-old daughter who keep us on our toes.
Do you have a special engagement story you’d like to share with us? Please do!