It was meant to be
The Date Feb 14, 2007 8:30 pm
The Place Our unfinished home
A very cold Valentines day. After letting the super bowl pass and not asking during halftime, plan B was in effect. We were staying at each other's parents house evey night since about a week after we met, and we decided to build our own place. We started an extension off of my parents house in the fall, so in February it wasn't close to being livable. The inside was studded, insulated, halfway finished with electric, and no heat. I brought in a table and chairs, and lit a candle. There was a worklight set up 25 feet away, along with a Dewalt work radio that barely received FM stations. We bundled up in layers of sweatshirts to bear the cold, because remember, there was no heat. I thought to myself, "what a romantic dinner we could have for valentines day!"
We waited to exchange gifts until after dinner, all the while the ring was in my sweatshirt pocket. We had chicken cutlets, (which I actually cooked!!) and a bottle of champagne. What a glorious v-day dinner!
She gave me my gift after dinner, and I in turn gave her a wrapped box. It was a red box with white interior felt lining, on the outside it said "a box of love." She opened the box and it was empty, but inside I wrote in red pen, "Vous fera me'spouse?" (France is her favorite thing of all) She looked at me puzzled and asked me what it meant. I promptly got down on one knee and said, "It means Meagan Lauryl Hein, will you marry me?"
The rest is history