Are You Ready for Your Blessings?

I met you when I was seventeen years old and lonely. Of course, I was lonely: I hadn't had a love in many years, and being single for a long time was not something I thought I would ever get used to. Being a companion and having a companion was always something I imagined for myself. Maybe I was just a conservative woman who believed that I should be wed and have someone to call my forever, or maybe I was just a woman who had a desire to not be lonely anymore.

We had mutual "friends," or that's what we told everyone. Truthfully, we met online. We were the only mutual friends to each other. I was so nervous about our relationship, but I had learned from my mother that she and my dad were a result of an online relationship and it never hurt to gave it a try.

So, I gave it a try.

After a few months of you and I being together, I could definitely imagine you staying in my life permanently. Now, my father still wasn't convinced of this yet, but he didn't matter in this equation. No one else really mattered, nor was I concerned about what anyone else had to say about you.

You know those jokes? The "so and so walked into a bar" jokes? Our relationship sort of started like that. "A guy in a wheelchair slid into the DMs of an obese girl and never actually left." That's basically what we had going for us. And that was perfectly fine by me.

God whispered in my ear about seven months in, right before you proposed, "Are you ready for your blessings?"

That woke me up real quick. Of course, I was, but I was only seventeen when you decided to propose to me.

Sarah and John

I still remember the night you proposed to me. It was December 30, 2014, at 2 a.m., so I was exhausted and ready to sleep. You were ready to make me yours forever.

We had just gotten done playing your NBA 2K14 game. I was absolutely terrible at your basketball game and I never wanted to play it again. You laughed and said, "Let's go to bed." So, we turned the TV off, shut the light out, and laid down in our spots.

As soon as I got comfortable, I said, "I have to go pee." I shot up from the bed and ran to the bathroom just about as fast as I could. In the back of my mind, I thought, "This is going to be the night. I'm ready for my blessings."

I came back into the bedroom, climbed over you (since the bed was against the wall) and crawled under the blanket. I gave you a swift kiss, told you goodnight, then laid down and closed my eyes.

After a couple of minutes, you poked my shoulder and said, "flip over here." When I did, I saw you propped up on your elbows with what looked like a ring box in your hands, you uttered the following words:

"Sarah, you have been the love of my life since day one. I want to be the person you can come to forever. I was going to wait until tomorrow night to do it, but I'm just too excited now. Sarah, will you marry me?"

Of course, I said yes. You had not treated me wrongly up until that point. And, even three years after the fact, you really haven't done me too terribly (although we really need to discuss some of the times you did). You have continued to love me like you did the day you first saw me.

We're getting married in seven months and I can't wait for it.

Are you ready for your blessings?

I am.