January 26, 2017 | We had been planning a snowy cabin getaway for a couple months, it was on my bucket list and when I mentioned it to Wayne he said, "we should do it! (Thinking that it would be the perfect way to propose ;) ). We searched all over, starting in Vermont and then Maine and even some close-by ski resorts, to no avail. Until we started looking closer to home where we found it, for that perfect little cabin, just big enough for two in the wilderness, in Hocking Hills, Ohio.
I didn't know it, but he worked feverishly to find and secure the perfect ring in that next month, of which he thought was plenty of time to get the job done ;P. We had discussed it lightly a couple months earlier, sharing that I'd like to be surprised and trust he'd find something special. I sent him two pictures, noting I like yellow gold and an antique look. From there, we didn't discuss a proposal any further.
Going from jeweler to jeweler, he spent the last month showing the pictures I gave and being told there is nothing like that and a custom job would cost somewhere close to the downpayment for a home or possibly take 2-3 months to arrive. Poor man. He finally found a saleswoman who "got" him and he'd stop in almost daily to see new models she thought I'd like. He showed a couple to one of my close friends to get her opinion and still couldn't decide. When he finally did, it was less than a week before our getaway and using his charm, convinced the saleswomen to get it resized and shipped in two days. Oh boy. He really wasn't sure this proposal would happen.
We arrived to the cabin on a Thursday night, late in the evening, past dark and couldn't have been happier. There were a dozen red roses on the table and I looked at Wayne and thought, this might be the weekend :) . The only thing was that when we arrived, we realized there was no firewood (oops, guess we've never stayed in a cabin before and silly us, thought that would be provided), and no silverware! So at 9 pm, we went allll the way back to town (nearly 45min) and back, still happy. We cooked up tomato soup, croissants, fried summer sausage and chatted happily at the bar facing the kitchen. Wayne had gotten a big, crackling fire going and the cabin couldn't have been cozier. Tucked into the woods, the main side of the A-frame was covered in windows, looking into the kitchen, living room and ladder-led loft. It was 11pm when we were done eating but time was of no essence.
We sat there chatting at the bar after eating, so happy to be able to spend the weekend together, when he said, "Why don't you put a dress on and we'll dance?" Oh my......! I knew it was coming now. I said ok and locked myself in the bathroom while he feverishly set the scene.
This was an incredibly sweet moment for me. I hoped from the moment I met Wayne that he would be the one and felt the Lord's sweet blessing on it throughout. Finding a husband to love and share my life with was one of the greatest burdens on my heart I had surrendered to the Lord for many years. Was it really, finally here?
I knelt down on my knees, there in the bathroom and asked the Lord for his blessing, wanted to know it was from him, one more time. I felt him show me a picture of him holding both of our hands and then joining them together, upwards towards him with our hands still in his. I felt comforted, knowing that we wouldn't have to go on this journey alone.
When he said I could come out, and we both locked eyes, the feeling was deeply felt. It was incredibly tender, humble and alive. He told me that he didn't have any cell phone service and his plans of playing a song to dance to didn't pan out. So I said, "That's ok we can play something off of my phone." The only music I had downloaded were a few worship songs, which turned out to be perfect. We danced around the kitchen, I, in a champagne and white embroidered floor length dress and he, in a handsome suit. Loved rushed around and time was irrelevant as we were wrapped up in the moment. When the song completed, he knelt down on one knee, and poured out his heart, unrehearsed, and opened up the ring for me. (Which I loved very much :) ). "Will you marry me?"
I said yes.
We reenacted the whole thing later with giggles and took pictures. Dancing again, we chatted about all the funny things leading up to it; having to go back into town, his rushing around and what I thought of it all. As we were dancing, he held our hands up to the ceiling, just as I saw when I prayed earlier and we realized that while I was on my knees in the bathroom he was on his in the living room. That was a sweet blessing from the Lord, a reminder that his precious spirit is with us and we have his blessing upon our marriage.
We popped a bottle of bubbly (of which the cork flew into the ceiling rafters and caused a hilarious look on Wayne's face) and enjoyed the evening, imagining a life together.
We spent the next 2-1/2 days making big fires, cooking up breakfasts and dinners, reading and hiking at the gorgeous Hocking Hills. There was a fresh snow dusting that made for such a magical weekend. Neither of us shared the news with anyone until we left for home Sunday and parted ways. It was such a treat to treasure that joy together for awhile.
January 26, 2018 | We returned to Elk cabin and felt the special presence of the Spirit again. The Lord is such a good gift-giver and relentless provider when we wait for him.