When I first saw the woman who eventually became my wife, I had two initial reactions. First, I thought she was much younger than me, and second I figured she was way out of my league; I’m glad I ignored my second judgment.
Have you ever felt your chest pound at the sight of someone? For me it’s a vibration of intense magnitude that’s much more spiritual than physical. It’s an actual massive thump, like one’s heart suddenly aligns with and acknowledges divine energy. It was so undeniable in that first moment, and I hoped beyond hope she would react the same way.
We dated for a while and finally I decided to propose. I figured Valentine’s day would be fitting. My plan had started the previous Christmas. I bought her a Magic 8-Ball and passed it off as a goofy gift, but I had other motives. At the time I was attending night courses for work, and this particular night it began to snow, really hard. When I walked into class I told my instructor I needed to leave to propose to my girlfriend, and he thought that was wonderful. By the time I was walking out the door to my truck he had decided to cancel classes for the night anyway, so the day was lining up to be serendipitous. I called before leaving and asked her to dig out the 8-Ball because I needed it for something. She sighed a little, said she would, and I told I’d be over soon to get it. When I got there she hugged and kissed me and I asked for the toy which she handed me with a weird look.
“Have a seat.” I said. She went to the couch and walked over and I dropped to one knee. She started shaking a little.
“Just a second, I need to consult the ball before I ask YOU something.” I shook it vigorously and it came up “Yes, absolutely!” I showed her the answer with a big smile.
She immediately said “Do it again.”
I shrugged and complied. Again it came up “Yes, absolutely!” and with that I asked her to marry me. She happily agreed and our next anniversary will be our 17th. I married my best friend in 2003 and would wish such happiness as I’ve had since then on anyone.
Some time before we were married I wrote this poem for her.
I Love you baby! This post is for you.
Stranded on an endless dessert,
Lost among the shifting sands,
I wished to quench my dying thirst,
And wash the dust off lonely hands.
The days had trod on tinder skin
And cold nights they cut so deep.
In my eyes I felt the pain,
But had not tears that I could weep.
No strength, no will, no hope was left,
No more torture could I stand,
And so I fell into a dream
About a distant, perfect land.
All the suffering I had known
Was swept into the wind,
And all the fears that kept me bound
Were now coming to an end.
I sensed I was somewhere
I had never been before.
God had granted me salvation
So I could live once more.
I felt my heart come to life
With every waking beat.
I felt the touch of cool, moist air
And grass beneath my feet.
I began to walk upon a path
With strength now regaining,
And where it led I came to rest
In a place forever raining.
Here I washed away sorrows
And my destiny was found
For underneath where water falls
I stood on sacred ground.
It was then I saw the truth
Through the mists surrounding me
That my dream was not a dream
But in fact, reality.
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With Love and Compassion, Daniel Andrew Lockwood