My Holy Crap Moment

Years and years ago, long before I ever started dating M. I read Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. Being the book nerd that I am, I instantly fell in love with the city of Savannah and it’s amazing history. I made a silent promise to myself that someday I would get to go to Georgia and experience the beauty for myself.

It was this determination to go that over the course of M and my relationship; Savannah was brought up time and again. By the time I finally got M to agree to go I’m sure he was just going in the hopes that would shut up about it. To give M a little credit and to  be completely honest, I would feel the same way. I sure wouldn’t want to deal with me! I have a tendency to “fixate” on things and I’m sure that can get very annoying.

We were finally going. I couldn’t wait I was so excited. Like a little kid getting ready to go to Disneyland for the first time. I was pumped! We were going over my birthday for a long weekend and seeing how I’m all about birthday’s it really couldn’t get any better as far as I was concerned.

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It was the day before we were set to leave. My brudder was coming into town to stay at the house while we were gone and I had a gazillion things to get done before we left. I get home and M. tells me that he has something small that he got for me as a birthday gift and asked if I wanted it……..hell yes I wanted it!!! I’m all about the early present!

It was strange that M told me I could have my present a day early. M never and I mean NEVER lets me have my presents early. He knows that it drives me crazy but enforces it with an iron fist. Given that I LOVE getting early presents, I was just caught up in the fact that I got it  - I never stopped to think about how weird it was.

I get the bag and open it up. It’s a copy of Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. The first thought that crossed my mind is “oh how sweet. He remembered that I couldn’t find my copy and got me a new one”  I immediately shove the book to my nose and start huffing the new book smell. I’m chattering away telling M what a great book it is and “gosh I can’t believe that you remembered I lost mine.”

He tells me that he told the guy at the bookstore that this is why we are going to Georgia and he gave me a really cool bookmark.  “Really?”

I start flipping through the pages and realize that M got ripped off. This book is defunct, broken, no good!! Someone went through and cut squares out of all the pages. WTF!?!

It’s at that moment that I see the ring. Sitting there looking right back at me. Holy Crap does this mean what I think it means? Is this…  it is.

At this time I’m sad to say that my mind went completely blank. I wish that I could remember all the wonderful things that M was saying but I am ashamed to say that I can’t.  I have the visual but the mute is on. My brain doesn’t kick fully back in until several seconds later at which time I’m crying (which I said that I would never do) and blubbering all over the place making a complete ass out of myself.

I L.O.V.E. that M knows me well enough to  know that by putting the ring in a book it would mean so much.  Even if he had to destroy said book to do it.  It was the most perfect moment.

All because of a book that I read years and years ago long before M and I started dating…..