Ahh..Romance

A few weeks after the accident, my dad helped me move my stuff out of the apartment and into storage. I then moved back into my parents house, back into my old room and, oddly enough, back into bed with my sister.

I do not remember the details of how that happened or why it seemed like a good idea at the time, but we set up the waterbed. This meant only one bed in the bedroom that we were once again sharing. It was like coming back full circle and getting a "do-over". At least we didn't roll over each other like we used too. When we had shared a bed the first time around, I could go to sleep on one side and wake up on the other. Neither of us ever had any idea how or when the swap would take place.

So there I was, back at home. Six weeks went by really quick and it was time for my safety net to be out of the Navy. The morning he left, he came into the bedroom to tell me he was leaving. It was ridiculously early and I am not a morning person. He nudged me awake and said he was leaving. There was the usual exchange of "drive carefuls" and "call when you get theres". I did not bother to get out of bed. "Ok, I'm leaving now." Ok, well...go...I'll miss you...I'll go back to sleep. My sister was snoozing away next to me. He left the room. He came back into the room.
"I was going to wait and do this later but I can't wait." He was crouched down next to the bed.

Everyone has heard of those super romantic proposals. The ones you see on TV, or on the jumbo-tron at a professional sporting event. This was not one of those proposals.

"Oh no he didn't", you say. Oh yes, he did.
I re-opened my eyes and peeked over at him because I still had not bothered to get up. He had the ring in the box right about eyeball level with the side of the bed.
Did I mention that I am not a morning person? For the life of me, I still, to this day, have no idea what he said. I have the ring so I know I was agreeable, which frankly is not always the case first thing in the morning.
And, I still never bothered to get out of bed.
We said our second round of "goodbye's". I think my sister may have woken up at some point and I showed her the ring but she didn't bother to get up either.

At the time, everything seemed to make sense, fall into place. When I think back on it now, the enormity of it, that entire part of my life, is overwhelming. Because everything "made sense" it felt like God was just dragging me through it, letting me know it was ok and that He had a plan. I don't know if anyone else understood that.
There were a lot of mixed emotions from outsiders about the decisions I was making. There were a lot of things happening with me that I did not understand at the time too. I can not put into words what that time felt like. To say "overwhelming" is an understatement. But there was a sense of peace too. It was this feeling of peace that I would go looking for when things got ugly later in life. Except then, the peace didn't come.