Funny How Time Flies...

I can't believe how long it has been since I've updated this blogsite. So, so much has happened. The last time I posted it was in September, Greg was in nursing school, and we were talking vaguely about getting married in 2008.

Wow...are we in need of an update around here.
Well, here goes:

This is a photo of my engagement ring/wedding band. I knew it was coming, but I had no idea it would be so very beautiful, or how much it would move me to get it. Bless his heart, my Darlin' saved up for a long time to get it, so there would be no payments. Very wise, I think. Greg proposed officially on January 5th, after he picked me up from work. He took me to a park right near the river, close to my home. We got out and sat on a bench, talked for a while, then he pulled out his guitar from the back of the car and told me he had a song he had "been working on" that he wanted me to hear. He sang the song "I Want to Grow Old With You" from the movie "The Wedding Singer." It was goofy and sweet and so, so romantic. When he went to put the guitar up, I saw a small white box in the guitar case. I immediately started crying. Not just crying, but boo-hooing--I am talking BUCKETS. Greg got down on one knee and proposed, but not before stopping some guy on a bicycle in order to have an official "witness." I was crying so hard I couldn't answer, but finally managed to choke out a "yes" so the poor guy could finish his ride. We went to see my mama, and she was waiting at the door--apparently Greg had been to see her that morning to "ask for my hand in marriage." He is so sweet and so loving. I am the luckiest woman in the world.

The big day? June 9th of this year. Nursing school didn't work out for Greg--not because of his grades, but because of a devil of a thing called a "nursing care plan." There's such a huge pool of students now that if you make 3 errors on a care plan, even minor ones, you are taken out of the program. That's what happened to my Greg. He had an A- average, but was still let go. So he's getting an EMT job, and later going to Paramedic training. The good part is we get married even sooner. We may be poor, but we'll be happy. Who cares if we're starting out with very little at 40-ish? There are people who live on less and are happy, and people who have much more and are miserable.

I can't believe this has all happened. I had given up on love. Thank God it hadn't given up on me.