Her Story: Date Night Turns Into Forever

Something wasn't right.....all Friday night...this guy's tossing and turning in the bed all night. Now he's up...it's 6 in the morning...on Saturday! We bought a new bed, which I picked out and I'm feeling bad like maybe it's not comfortable to him?...he's up, so I'm up. I physically roll out the bed at like 7:15. Hit my gym buddy and tell her to get ready and meet me at the Y at 8. I had to go early because Keith changed our scheduled date night to Saturday early afternoon. Didn't think anything of it because we may often change the day if one of us has something going on.  Whatever....so I get home from the gym...hop in the shower to get dressed. Keith's not home because he took Kam to karate...I got plenty of time!
I'm taking my time getting dressed when Keith comes back home...and flops on the bed..."why do you look dressed up?" I said to Keith...he immediately responded back "what you mean? Cuz I have on a button up and khakis?"....."Well now it sounds like you have an attitude!" I responded...Keith sighs and walks downstairs to wait for me...we aren't off to a good start...and I'm thinking I don't even feel like going. I'm finishing getting dressed, Keith yells from downstairs "Jaime we gotta go, the thing ends at 12!" We go back and forth, about how he didn't tell me about the time...again, whatever...I’m ready! But I can't find my phone....I'm searching, I knew I'd plugged it in the charger before I got in the shower and set it on the bed....right?? Am I losing it? I'm searching everywhere...but I gotta go...so F it! No phone. 
We're in the car...going to God knows where...I'm silent...I got a half attitude from the earlier event...but I let it go...no biggy...we hit 95...pull up at the riverfront, in the DCAM (Delaware Contemporary Arts Museum) parking lot. I love the museum so I'm cool with it but the parking lot looks bare AF. I think nothing of it. We stroll in and there is literally no one but the employees and maybe one couple are in there. We walk back to one of the exhibition rooms and Keith tells me that his boy is having an art showcase here today and I'm thinking he rushed me out the house and didn't even have the right time that the show starts. (Rolled my eyes in my head)... but I like art so IDGAF if we saw a show or not. We were walking around and enjoying the various pieces...abstract statues...movie shorts...photographs...talking about what we see, looking at the prices... complementing some, trying to understand others...we get to the final exhibition room...a strange teepee looking figure is in the center floor...a clothes line with strange flesh colored drawings hanging from it....it looked like skin almost...anyway...I see more photographs...walk over to view them individually....then....gradually...I walk towards a canvas....WAIT...is that me???
What the...I turn around and Keith is right on my heels. "Oh my gosh is this me?? You have me hanging in the museum like art!?"...I'm becoming overwhelmed with emotion. Keith begins to smile....letting me know I am beautiful and I am a work of art and I belong in a museum...we all know what happened next... waterworks...how thoughtful, I just couldn't believe he did that....for me!? I'm art!? As I'm unsuccessfully trying to get my shit together....I notice a guy in my periphery....a little embarrassed,  I wipe my tears away as Keith continues to say all the most beautiful things someone says to someone they love...then......he gets down on his knee....what the hell!?!? There's more!?!

This can't be what I think it is.....he pulls out a small square crimson red box and opens it up...inside is a version of one of the 50 rings I pinned on Pinterest anytime within the last 5 yrs....he asked me to be his wife.... without haste I scream out "yes, of course!"  Then realized that I dried my tears in vain because they were coming back with a vengeance! He then pulls out my phone (the one I swore I put in the charger but couldn't find)...he tells me he stole because the minute we pulled in the parking lot he texted everyone to let them know he was about to propose and didn't want me to receive messages or phone calls to spoil it...The stranger in my periphery moves in closer to reveal a camera...Keith exposes to me that gentleman's a photographer and had been following us around since we'd gotten here....I'm feeling like I'm about to wake up any minute now....this has to be a dream...I can't believe he did this...and so perfect...and so beautifully!....we proceed to have a photography session... highlighting me, Keith, and my newest accessory .....I'm still in shock as I'm writing this...


Keith and I have been through a whole lot...from a great disdain upon first meeting him back in 03-04...to college friends...to post college associates...friends again...lovers...co-parents...partners...and best friends....I went on a date with my Best Friend...and came home with my FiancĂ©e... Keef Sweat... let's Make It Last Forever ❤️❤️❤️

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