I took this picture after getting all dolled up for my boy friend, Anthony James. We had been dating for about a week (for the second time). I went to one of his games, we went out for pizza with some friends. Then we broke up in the car on the way home. For the record, I broke up with him. It was a test. I wanted to see if he would fight for me, argue his way out of it. He didn't. He just let me break up with him. Can you believe it? My hair was curled!
So, one week later I went on a date with a really pretty boy. We saw Anthony at Denny's. I was hoping he was super jealous. Two days later we saw each other at church. I curled my hair again, put on my best Sunday dress, and some killer high heels.
He couldn't resist. He asked me to marry him that night. I laughed and said no.
Then he asked again. I couldn't believe he was serious. Again, I said no.
Then he took me to his momma's house. He pulled her out of bed (it was almost midnight). He told her he asked me to marry him.
She smiled, and exclaimed, "Oh, that's great!"
Then Anthony said, "But she said no."
We talked. And talked. And talked. During this conversation, I had a feeling come over me; a feeling I had before but tried to ignore. It excited me. It terrified me. So, I pushed it away. But that night, once again, a little, but powerful voice whispered to my soul "This is right. This is your family." It pierced my heart to the very depths. And I said yes.
I love you, Anthony James!
This is the life.