Wow, just wow! I’m
not quite sure how to describe this evening. Tender, touching, exciting?
Jordan’s good friend and a boy (man?) I’ve know probably thirty years, proposed
to his girlfriend tonight. Wait! It gets better. He dropped to his knee on the
18th Hole of the Colonial Country Club Golf Course, with an audience
of thirty or forty people watching from the Sky Room, an upper room with
expansive windows directly overlooking the 18th. The only person who
didn’t know in advance was Kelly, the bride-to-be. And she was suitably
surprised.
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| Jordan and David |
Jordan has lots of
close girlfriends, but David may be her BFF. They dated briefly in high school
and have remained close ever since. I have always considered David a member of
the family, although he has his own close-knit family, of whom I’m very fond.
So Jordan was involved in this from the get-go. She went with David to pick out
the ring; she met with his parents to plan the party; and she threatened me
within an inch of my life if I breathed a word, even to Sophie, before tonight.
Secrecy worked.
When I asked Kelly if she expected this, she said not today. They both knew
that marriage was in their future and had talked about it, but David’s
elaborate planning caught her off-guard. He had even gone so far as to have
golf balls imprinted with “Will you marry me?” When they got to the 18th
hole, her dad put the balls in the hole, she went to hold the flag for someone,
looked down, and then looked at David. That’s when he dropped to his knee and
proposed.
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Those imprinted golf ball
Keepsakes, I'm sure
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Later I told him I
was incredibly proud of him, doing that in front of what he knew was a huge
audience, and he said, “I’m proud of me too.” I thought it was a pressure
situation to do what he did knowing all those people were watching. We cheered
and clapped, but of course they could not see or hear us. Afterward, we milled
around, drank wine, and ate hors d’oevres.
Turns out I know
Kelly’s grandmother and her mother from our local PEO chapter, now dissolved.
But it was good to see them again, and I had a great chat with her father, who
is a good friend of a man I used to work for. We veered off into talk about
medicine as a vocation and all sorts of other things.
I thoroughly
enjoyed the evening, but it was one of those that frustrated me because my
walker and I were often left alone at a table—even Jacob wouldn’t come sit with
me. Were I mobile, I’d have been up, “working” the room, but I had to sit and
wait for people to come to me—which several did. Some of Jordan’s friends of
whom I’m particularly fond were there, and it was fun to see them. Jacob was
impressed by the proposal and the reception when David and Kelly entered the
room to claps and cheers, but other than that he was bored and ready to go
home. I watched him though, and he chatted amiably with adults he’d never met.
Gets his people skills from his parents..
A happy blending
of two individuals and two families. May God bless them.
A monumental day
in other ways. I am so impressed by the March for Our Lives across the country
and the fact that there were only a few puny counter-demonstrations. Incredibly
proud of my fifteen-year-old granddaughter, Eden, for marching with her mom and
holding a sign high though I couldn’t tell from pictures what the sign said.
And Jordan planted
the things we bought—pictures of that tomorrow. Spring—and love—really are in
the air.
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Me with David's parents and, far left, a family friend who
grew up on my street, as did David's dad
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