It isn't so bad!!

My husband proposed to be on Friday the 13th, actually. People do the usual "What was he THINKING??" and "You're doomed!" act, but when you know the whole story, it's quite special, really.

You see, when we were dating, his mother was dying. He had booked a plane ticket for me to come out that Easter weekend, figuring it would be the last one his mom would be here for. In HDHusband's grand scheme, he had me flying in on Good Friday, he would take me for dinner at a special place there in Portland, propose, and then we'd have Easter dinner with his mom the next day.

In the meantime, I was talking to his mom on the phone about the upcoming trip, and she said, "Oh, and I'm just so happy he bought you a ring!" ... and you heard my husband grab the phone and start hemming and hawing a bit. I pretended I hadn't heard anything, of course.

But, as the hand would play out, his mom passed away on Maundy Thursday. I still had a ticket to fly to him in Portland the next day. I remember landing, running up to him and hugging him. He'd just lost his mom. It was heartbreaking. And having already lost my closest parent, I knew how bad it felt.

We drove to his childhood home, pulled in the driveway and he unloaded my bags. He told me to sit in the chair in the living, so I did. He then got on one knee, and told me everything important in his life and happened in this house. He'd been raised here, learned to play basketball, grew up with his sister, learned from his parents here. He wanted one last 'important' thing to happen before they sold the house.

And he proposed.

And it went on the wrong finger.

But this was okay!

It's been repeated that he proposed AT his mother's funeral, and a certain ex-girlfriend was pretty horrified by that notion. But it turns out - it had been planned, just not in that way. His mother had tried on the ring and gave her blessing to him. A dying mother, offering her support and love to her only son.

Friday the 13th isn't such a bad day for me.