The last few days have been hellacious. Vicodin has proven to be a fair weather friend and this pain is kicking my ass! I've been in bed for the past 3 days covered with hot water bottles, the only thing that seems to provide some relief. I have an ultrasound this morning to see how things are coming along. I pray I can get off these meds soon.
On a brighter note, I did manage to drag myself out to dinner with HB last night. He'd been craving Cuban food from La Bodeguita. After being in bed for 3 days, getting out of the house sounded like a good idea in theory. I brushed my hair, put on minimal make up and tried to look presentable. I brought a hot water bottle with me and kept it on my belly thru dinner. Classy. The food was amazing, as always. The owners, Michael and Lara were there and we got to catch up and chat about their trip to Normandy. So jealous!
During dinner, HB and I discussed our time at La Bodeguita. I refer to it as the scene of the crime because it's where it became evident HB and I had a connection we both wanted to explore. That lead to our first date. HB then held my hand and told me he's never had a relationship where he was able to visualize himself old and gray with that person, until me. Then I had an attack of pain that we had to let pass before he could continue. Hard to say sweet, romantic things to someone that is gritting their teeth in pain. I pressed the hot water bottle into my tummy and demanded the pain be gone! So, then he told me how much the traditions we've developed together mean to him and that he wanted to spend every day of the rest of his life with me, that he didn't want to go one more day without making it official. By this time, I was bawling because I knew what was coming. I cried off the little make up I had on and made myself super pretty. Despite that, he pushed the table aside, got down on one knee and asked me to make him the happiest man alive and marry him. Oh, and then he pulled out a box containing a sparkling ring that took my breath away! I, of course, said YES!!! He put the ring on my finger and I felt like I was floating on a cloud, and not because of the vicodin. We left the restaurant being cheered on :)
When we arrived home, I opened the front door to find a roaring fire (in the fireplace, not a Chrimmus tree mishap), candles everywhere, rose petals strewn about, a huge vase of roses and an ice bucket with a yummy non-alcoholic sparkling beverage in it. Lovely Day by Bill Withers played on the stereo. It couldn't have been more perfect. I gotta give HB his kudos. He knocked it outta the park. Our neighbors and dear friends Maggie & Frank, helped get the homefront ready to go. Way to go, guys! Thanks!!!!
Funny, he wanted to do a Napa excursion, but my being on the wagon nonsense made that a nonstarter. Then he wanted to put Plan B into effect on Sunday, but I was really sick. He came down with a cold a couple of days ago as my girly issues worsened. He finally said, "Screw it! We are doing this!" and got it done. We were both jacked up but over the moon happy. And really, isn't that what marriage is all about? Being in love and happy even when things are going all wrong? Loving someone and thinking they're the most beautiful person on the planet even though they may look and feel like hell? I feel so blessed and so lucky to have my partner in crime.
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