A Temper Tantrum and a Yellow Diamond
No, you're not crazy. Yes, my diamond is bright yellow.
Let's rewind to way back before this precious canary diamond entered my world. Here's a little background on the two of us. I was born and raised in Lake Charles, Louisiana. After venturing off to Arkansas for college, I returned home with a Mass Media Degree. I spent my first year in the big girl world as a television reporter, but I've now crossed over to Public Relations. My fiancé, Michael, grew up in Jacksonville, Arkansas. He left home to attend college at Henderson State University, where he graduated with a degree in Public Administration. He recently moved to Lake Charles where he is living with my parents until our big day in October.
Michael and I first met through my sister, our Maid of Honor. They were friends, and I met him, as a high school junior, visiting my sister at college. I followed in my sister's footsteps and went to school at Henderson State University. Michael and I remained close friends all through college. We did a lot together, but neither one of us ever made a move...until we again lived six hours apart. We stayed in touch after graduation, and he asked on several occasions to come visit. I was reluctant for awhile, but I finally agreed. That weekend will be a year's time away in May and marks one of the best decisions I've ever made.
Michael purchased a gorgeous ring just over a month after we'd been together. Pretty terrifying, but we were both so certain we'd met our match. Michael did well keeping the proposal a secret. And so did my mom. This is no small feat for either of them.
We had a date night planned for Saturday night, August 2, 2014. Nothing fancy, just dinner at Outback. Earlier that day, my sister (the park superintendent for the parish) called to tell us about a wedding that night at Prien Lake Park. Michael and I had already talked about having our reception at this beautiful park on the lake in my hometown. My sister suggested that we meet up at the park at 5:30 to see how things were arranged for this wedding. She thought it might give us an idea for our own special day.
Michael and I got ready and headed to the park. I was stressing about being late, because anyone who knows my mother knows that's not acceptable. We arrived at 5:29. As we pulled into the park, I told Michael where we needed to go. He wouldn't listen. I told him to park in front of this big pavilion, but instead he pulled into a spot on the side. I kind of sort of lost my temper at this point. I yelled at him. Tantrum style. More than once. I got out of the car, slammed the door and stormed off. Michael is a champ for loving me.
Michael asked me to come back to the car, but I refused. Thankfully, he didn't give up. He instead asked me to walk around while we waited for everyone else. I reluctantly agreed. I didn't want to walk. It was hot. I was hungry. And I was mad. I continued to complain and asked where we were going. His response: "I don't know. Let's just walk." Arms crossed and angry face on, I walked.
We'd walked down a little path towards this beautiful fountain. And then it happened. Michael stopped, along with everything else in my world, turned around and got down on his knee. I don't remember this at all, but he swears I said "uh-uh" before bursting into tears. I'd never been so happy in all my life. Michael is, and will always be, my prince charming. God's match for me.
I said "yes" as he slipped the most perfect ring on my finger. It only took me a second to look around. I knew Michael wouldn't have popped the question without my family's presence. They all began to emerge from their hiding spots. My sister, Lacie, from the slide on the playground, and my parents from the bathroom. And my second mom, Kim Delino, was taking pictures of everything. Just like I had asked Michael many moons ago.It was perfect. He made it perfect. For me.
But that perfect ring he slipped on my finger isn't the canary diamond you see here. It was a different ring. A unique white diamond surrounded by a twisted halo of diamonds. The ring was short lived. After several lost diamonds, and a not so pleasant experience with the company, they agreed to exchange my ring for this one. The canary diamond I had always wanted!
And now, in just a few months, I will marry the man of my dreams down in the bayous of southern Louisiana!
Posted by holly.carter.7906
on April 1st 2015