
357 days, 17 hours, 20 minutes and 12 seconds, 11 seconds, 10 seconds. It seems like it’s me and my fiancée against the clock when it comes to planning one of the most beautiful days of our lives. First off, I’ll introduce myself. My name is Cordelia and on June 24th 2009, my Fiancée Fred made the best decision of his life; he asked me to marry him.
Fred and I met at our church in Long Island, NY. We had both been members for a few years but never took an interest in one another despite the insinuations of others that we’d “make a good match”. Somehow or another God, one day, knit our hearts and we’ve been “going steady” ever since. Fred and I are both 24 years old and while young have both endured some very tough times, both separately and together. We are so excited about our wedding and more so our marriage as we know that it’s going to be a glorious event not only for us and our families but for the One whom truly deserves all the praise, God.
Now when I tell you Fred did a GREAT job proposing, he really did. It must have taken him a lot of thought and strategy because it’s very hard to hide something from me. Not that I’m a snoop or anything but let’s just say, I’m always in the know. In any case, Fred and I had always talked about marriage and had even gone to look at rings but I just didn’t know when the big question was coming. The night of birthday we had a prior engagement so we didn’t really celebrate anything, that night at my house Fred said to me, “Babe I have to ask you a question”. I was so nervous I thought he was about to propose, boy was I shocked, disappointed and a little annoyed when he said “can I pray for you since it’s your birthday”. I’m all for prayer ya’ll but are you serious??? So anyway he prayed and I just got over the thought of receiving a proposal for my birthday…but I sure was looking forward to Thanksgiving or Christmas. Don’t know how I came to the conclusion that you have to receive your proposal on your birthday or a national holiday, but my honey knew better than to do the obvious.
So after I gave him the cold shoulder most of the next day, he calls and says he wants to take me to dinner to celebrate my birthday. Of course at this point, I’m not really caring too much about the dinner and definitely still stuck on the fact that my left ring finger is still empty despite my confidence that it wouldn’t be on the day after my birthday. Ah well, you can’t win all the time. So we went to dinner at a nice restaurant on the beach. We went out on to the sand and wrote our names and as I desperately tried to clean up the mess he had made writing his name in the sand, he called my name, I turned around and there he was on his knee with a gorgeous ring facing me. (Aw, man I just got a huge smile on my face just typing it). Anyway, not really sure everything he said because at this point I’m boohooing like it’s nobody’s business. All I know is that he said he had talk to my mother (strict African mommy) and we had her blessing, I said yes, we kissed and when we went back into the restaurant, every one congratulated us, apparently the restaurant had been in on it, they brought us out a large tray of assorted desserts and dedicated, what I now know as Eric Clapton’s Wonderful Tonight to us.
So now, I am planning a October 2010 Champagne wedding on our Coca-Cola budget and I can’t wait to share the details with my forblackweddings.com family…Till next time!
Cordelia