This is a Little Love Story by Jacob.
The phone call from Christin letting me know that the door was officially open to talk with her parents, Chuck and Cathy, brought a huge smile to my face. All of 2009 had been characterized by a growing certainty that Christin was going to be my Bride someday and now I could get one step closer to that being a reality.
I’ve never been much of a procrastinator, especially in situations where the longer I wait, the more nervous I get. Chuck and Cathy were in San Diego for a couple more days and I wanted to catch them before they left.
I lived in the same apartment complex where Christin worked and where Christin’s newly married brother and sister-in-law lived. Since they were still on their honeymoon, Chuck and Cathy were spending time moving all their wedding gifts into their apartment. I knew there would be an afternoon in the next few days where Christin would be working and her parents would be nearby.
It was August 4th, 2009 at 11:00am. I slowly dialed Chuck’s phone number as I rehearsed two simple sentences in my head. This was the easy part.
After exchanging the typical “How are you?” greetings, I asked Chuck if there was a time in the next few days that I could talk with him and Cathy. He said they were currently at lunch but would be back at the apartment complex by 1. Apparently he wasn’t a procrastinator either!
I’m pretty sure I accomplished nothing in the next two hours. I sat in my apartment trying to think of the perfect phrasing of my conversation with them. Christin was a “Daddy’s girl” to the extreme and had a special place in her parents’ hearts. I knew They weren’t the type to give their blessing easily.
At 12:55 p.m., I got up to make the trek to the other side of the complex. Just like a big interview, I wanted to be early, but not annoyingly early. I decided to skip the elevator and take the three flights of stairs to get rid of nervous energy.
Now I was sweaty. Bad idea.
I walked the stuffy, windowless hallway all the way to the end and knocked on the door. Immediately the door opened and both Chuck and Cathy were there with smiles and open arms ready to negotiate a dowry.
Not really. I waited 10 seconds after my first knock and just as I was raising my hand to knock again I heard a hand grab the door knob.
Truthfully, the next bit was a blur. I’m sure we talked for a bit about off-topic subjects as I tried to find the perfect segue into my spiel.
Two minutes later, there was a lull in the conversation so I had my window of opportunity.
God only knows what sentences came out of my mouth in the next 90 seconds as I tried to set the foundation for the big question. I am pretty sure I became Captain Obvious and said things like:
“So, as you know Christin and I have been dating”
“We really like each other”
“She is a really special girl”
Now that I had laid such a “strong” foundation I could ask the big question:
“I was wondering if I could have your permission to ask for her hand in marriage?”
Chuck sat for a moment with a smile on his face, thinking. I later found out he was trying to think of a good joke to make me more nervous, but nothing came to his mind fast enough. I’m glad.
Chuck began to tell me how special his Chrissie was to him and Cathy and how she has such a sweet spirit. As he talked I nodded my head to let him know I agreed and was listening. After he had laid his foundation about how important of a girl she was, he said, “Cathy and I would be happy to have you ask Christin to marry you.”
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