Dreams Do Come True

The first time Tony and I talked was because he had mentioned John Wesley, and knowing him to be a Calvinist, I said something about how I was surprised to hear a Calvinist speak in such a good way about Wesley ....that obviously led to more and more conversations and the wonderful relationship we're blessed with. It also led us to frequently joke about how John Wesley brought us together.

It just so happens that our favorite city is Savannah. It also just so happens that there is a John Wesley statue in Savannah. So, back when Tony and I started talking about visiting for a weekend, I demanded we see the statue - it would only be appropriate right? ^_^

So finally, it was the Saturday we got to spend together in Savannah. We ate at local places, got to walk around all the little shops and admire all the things I'd buy my family if I were rich. (There was a really really wonderful necklace I knew my mom would love but it was $150 - sorry mom!) We took in so much of the history of the city (if you haven't been, you should go - so amazing!) Then finally, Tony said, "All right, you want to go see the John Wesley statue?" I think I actually skipped. I admit, I was daydreaming about something that could possibly happen at this statue...

We got there and did the whole tourist thing, taking pictures like the nerds we are. A man with a saxophone came in the square and started playing - Tony admits that was not planned, so I say there's nothing to call it but a God wink! Then it happened, Tony took my hands and started getting gushy (I won't share all he said. don't worry). Which, isn't abnormal for him, but I was still thinking to myself "huh, Could you be doing what I think you're doing?"

Ohh yes, he could be. He got on one knee and pulled out a ring and asked me to marry him. And of course, I said yes!! Well, actually, I couldn't speak for a moment, so I nodded, but he got the answer clearly.   There were a few people on the square who started cheering for us and one guy made us re-enact the moment so he could take a picture for us. Very kind. The saxophone player started playing here comes the bride. Great moment! When I finally could manage to say something, I asked Tony, "You really wanna marry me?"...It was just one of those moments felt so surreal - I had to ask to make sure it was actually happening. And maybe a little because he may be just a tad crazy for wanting to marry me - I hope he knows what he's getting himself into!

The day couldn't get any better. It probably seems a nerdy proposal to some people. I personally like to call it perfect. Dreams do come true.

Literally....

Several months ago, I had a dream he proposed in front of the John Wesley statue. Wild huh? Every so often the rest of the evening Tony would say, "I can't believe you dreamed about it!" or something about how God should warn with a "spoiler alert"!




"I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream...."