The Grand Planned Speech and the Worst Kept Secret Ever

This thing called living... I've been doing it just fine these past 8.5 years on my own... raising my kids and a plethora of fur babies.  I've frequently thought that the longer I was single the chances of anyone ever talking me out of that status was going to get slimmer.  I've learned to do things on my own such as caulking walls, using the he-man fire unit aka a grill for cooking... etc...  I've been content to have my peace and quiet when the kids were at their fathers... and now I find that I'm not so good at being alone.  The quiet that echos in my house when Bill leaves booms loudly in my head and my heart aches.  In the span of half a year he's become one of my best friends.  Someone I trust to do the things he says he's going to do... and do things I don't expect him to do without asking.  He has walked into my life, analyzed what I needed and provided the loving comfort I didn't know I was missing...

The last week has, once again, been amazing.  We've worked in the garden together... he's continued to work on our coffee bar...  we've gone to estate sales and laughed with my bestie Cherie...  We've made amazing dinners and breakfasts and just enjoyed each others company every waking minute... and of course there was plenty of... bacon.

The Lil Red Dress Party for the American Heart Association was the first time Bill and I have really gone "out" with my friends.  Our typical night here is friends coming over, eating drinks and having dinner... to get dressed up and be part of this event with him was alot of fun... and alot of kisses and lecherous leers between the two of us. 

We left the party a little bit after midnight and I guess I was just a wee bit tipsy...  I'd burned my finger on a candle (don't ask-also part of the wee bit tipsy.. it was a good idea at the time...) and Bill went to get me ice for the burn.  Instead of just shoving my finger into the ice bucket, apparently I kept throwing ice at him and then promising to stop...  Mental note... if I'm hiccuping, doing silly shizzle like that or any other signs of intoxication... I'm not going to stop... well he probably could have risked an ice cube up close and kissed me... I would have forgotten the cube and the burn quickly.... Instead he thought the bathtub would be a good place to sleep and took all the covers with him... He came back minutes later to me passed out... with finger in bucket... BURP!  He tucks me in and goes to sleep too... and wakes up in the wee hours to go to work.... and left me this sweet note...  Guess ice cubes don't scare him really... ;)

I spent Valentines day at estate sales with my bestie while poor Bill worked with future pole dancers.  I grabbed him at Marta and brought him to a restaurant at 3 where they had a drink and loaded french fries waiting for him.  I know what my man needs.  :)  We laughed as we looked through facebook... it was the day that everyone that knew about the worst kept secret had been waiting for... and they were stalking every post trying to read into whether or not he'd gone through with his plans... My dad and step mother were the worst of all.  :)  Everyone knew he had a speech planned and a ring in hand and were waiting to hear what happened...

He grilled me a fabulous steak even though it was windy and freezing outside.  The wind kept blowing out the gas grill and I got to listen to full blown Mudgie screaming at the wind... Gotta know I love him madly when I hear the insanity outside and I'm guffawing inside.  He really is going to scare little kids when he's 92 and holding a cane lol...  We had a beautiful candlelight dinner in the formal dining room... and went to chill out between dinner and desert on the couch.  The exhaustion he's feeling from the last 48 hours is all over his face... He tells me "do not let me fall asleep" as he sits next to me on the couch... and 10 minutes later he's attempting to lay down and put his head on my lap.  I stroked his head and said "Baby you realize this means you are going to sleep... Lets go to bed"... and he clambered upstairs with the last ounce of energy he had...  He got into bed and I snuggled up next to him ready to pass out...   He says "I need to know... are you really IN THIS?"

Me:  "Yes.  Duh."

Him:  "Will you marry me?"

Me:  "Yes"

ring goes on finger...  (this is a loaner until he finds his mothers... but I'll cherish it and the person who loaned it always)

Him:  "Now can you put that out on Facebook so everyone can calm down." and he thinks he's going to sleep.

I change our status and the world goes crazy... and Bill wakes up as he grins at each and every one of the sweet messages... and even the one that I received via text that wasn't so sweet "fuck" and I walk downstairs to grab us champagne and the Mocha Mousse I made... a mini celebration is in order...

We sleep in the next day... and as I drive him to work I think about the "Grand Planned Speech" and start to guffaw... I ask him "Honey was that THE speech you had worked out in your head..."  and he joins in on my giggling.... "No darling that was me, with nothing left in me... thinking you knew everything I needed to say... it'd all been said before... and I just wanted to get it done while I was awake and it was still Valentines Day..."

He's right... it's all been said by both of us over the past six months.... and doing it low key like that in our house... snuggled up in our bed... really fits us more than a flash mob of friends dancing to Taylor Swift...

Now it's time to plan the wedding... and move his ass down here... and get comfortably ensconced in our "norm"...  Here's my glimpse into our future... Driving him to gigs as he sleeps in the car... The man can't stay awake for longer than 10 minutes in a moving vehicle... which I find terribly funny... because he beats me by only seconds... I suck as a passenger in a car... I'm out in no time flat... I think we had family that was separated at birth generations ago... because Bill and I obviously have the same genetic makeup lol...

Either way... I've got mad Mudgie love and life is great when he's here... I'm moping around a bit this afternoon... I've told the kids officially and CJ is suggesting Bill comes to the marriage with a dowry of Legos...  Katie will be happy with chocolate and bacon... the cats will be happy with the "cat whisperer"... the dogs will be happy with his company... and I'll be happy with the man who completes my home...

April 2016 here we come.