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Just Say Yes…

“Just say yes.”
There was love, gentleness and a quiet plea in his eyes.
Happy, my Service Dog, had swatted right in the height of traffic of bustling couples looking for the perfect engagement ring.

I looked around the jewelry store for an exit.
I felt trapped.

My tongue felt like sandpaper.
I couldn’t say a word.
I tried to walk away.

But his hands were gently but firmly on my shoulders. I couldn’t move.
Not because of his hands.

His eyes.


“Take of your shades, babe.”
“Why?” I croaked from my desert dried throat with my sandpaper tongue.
My Him slowly took them off and dropped them in my purse.

“Because,” as he slowly traced my face with his finger tips, “I want to see you say yes to marrying me Venus.”

I stopped breathing.

Then I started to pant.

I turned my face away from his.

“I can’t.”
Completely unbothered by my response, we kept stoking my check with his finger tips.

“Why not?”

I didn’t have a good reason.
At least not one he hasn’t already heard and dismantled.

My Him gently turned my face back to his. I gasp. His eyes had turned hungry.
His heart wide open
for all the world to see.

Softly, “Do you love me Venus?”

I could feel my heart break for him.
His mother died when he was 15.
He couldn’t save her.
She didn’t tell him how sick she was.

His mother wasn’t the type of woman to say I love you.

My Him grew feeling like his mother didn’t love him. He KNEW she did but he wanted—needed—to hear the words.

In his grown man face I saw little boy eyes.
Reach out to me.
Asking me for something beyond words.

My heart ached.
My eyes filled with water.
I put both of my hands in his face.
“Yes, I love you. With my whole heart.”

I could feel him relax because my heart stopped hurting.

“Then say yes.”
I froze again.
I felt like a deer in headlights.

I can take care of you.”
“I know—“
“Talk to me, babe. Tell me. Please.”

My mind flooded with thoughts.
I’m not ready.
I don’t know what I am doing.
I have never been with a man like this.
I have a Calling on my life.
I have PTSD.
I can’t cook.
I need my own space.
I can’t have children.
I don’t want to be a stepmom.
I don’t want to blend money.
I would need a prenup.
What if I piss him off?
What if I’m too demanding?
Hot tempered?
What if I scare him off?
What if I get fat?

“Tell me.”
Tell me all of it.”

So I did.

It took over and hour.
Each concern he addressed.
In the middle of the jewelry store.
Happy sleeping on my foot.

He heard me.

“What else you got?”
His eyes were smiling.
My heart started to smile.

“I’m afraid you will change your mind.”

He smiled at me as he pulled me close.

Happy had settled into a ball of pure white fur at my feet, woke from his nap when I stepped into the hug.
Happy stretched, linked some cocoa butter off my leg.
He then trotted to my Him and licked some lotion of his leg.
Then he settled down again to nap.

My Him held me close and whispered in my ear, “I need you Venus.
How could I leave you?
You are my only need.
You are my heart.
My soul.
My life.
You are the center of my world. Everything else revolves around you, around our love.
Including my children.”

My Him gently nuzzled my neck right behind my ear.

His breath was warm.
I felt myself relax in his embrace.
He softly whispered in my ear.

“I love my kids. But I need you.

I try to pull away, but he held me close.

“They are going to hate me!”

My Him laughs and looks in my eyes, his hands on my waist, “They already LOVE you!!! I’ve made sure of that.

Of course he had.
His thoroughness is both infuriating and inspire.
I wanted to kick him.

“Anything else?”

He was smiling outright now.
He knew he had masterfully tended to ALL of my concerns.
Again, I’m impressed and infuriated simultaneously.

He grew sober in the second it took me to answer his question.

“Are you saying yes? If you say yes I will buy that ring.
I will dedicate my life to making you happy. I will never leave you.
I love you too much.”

His heart was in his eyes again.

I took a deep breath.
Then I offered a compromise.
“ How about a conditional yes.”

He smiled and shook his head.
“Ok. I’m listening.”
My words tumbled out of my mouth rapid fire.

I knew I had only one shot at this!

“You can put down a DEPOSIT on the ring, and we can take time for me to become acclimated to the idea.”

“How much time?”

“A year?”
Please God, I prayed.
Help him not push me.

He stared in my eyes while I watched his mind do the math.

So you’re saying you are committing to commit, correct?”

I vigorously nodded my head up and down like an idiot. It was the best I could do.

Then a slight grin washed over his face.

“You have until your birthday for the ring. AND we can be engaged UP TO one year. How does that sound?”

I felt my body exhale.

I ran into his arms—dragging Happy out of his nap—and hugged his neck. I held on to him for dear life.
His neck was a life raft keeping me from drowning in the sea of emotional overwhelm raging in me.

“Thank you.
Thank you so much.
You are so good to me.”
I rained a shower of tiny kisses on his eyelids, forehead, cheeks, and chin.

Then Happy jumped on my Him to kiss him as well.

My Him laughed as he bent down to let Happy kiss him all over his face just as I had done moments before.

As I watched my Him with Happy, I realized my body wasn’t shaking.
No panic.
No anxiety.

Peace was present.

“Thank you God.
For the healing power of love.
Thank you so very very much.”


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