Believe it or not, I met my husband while driving to work one morning. He was in a big white pickup truck in the lane beside me and we both happened to look over at each other at the same moment. Wow! He was the most handsome man I’d seen in a long time, and apparently he thought I looked pretty good too because after a few miles of flirting he gestured for me to follow him into the parking lot of my favorite local bagel shop — and I did.

Dan and I started dating that very night and were “a couple” from that point on.

When Dan & I had been seeing each other for a little over a year, I was beginning to feel like we needed to start considering making our arrangement permanent, but I didn’t want to be the one to bring it up. It’s a lot more fun to be proposed to than to suggest to the man in your life that you want to get married . . . so I bit my tongue and waited.

On my way to work one morning I glanced up to see what looked like Dan’s pickup truck behind me, and that brought back such a pleasant rush of memories that I almost cried. Dan had sold the truck to his brother a few months earlier.

The truck started passing on my right and I glanced over to take a closer look. Wow! What a handsome man — there was Dan behind the wheel, flirting just like he had on that first day. We smiled, we waved, and finally, instead of gesturing for me to pull over this time, Dan held up a glittering diamond ring and mouthed “Will you marry me?”

This time I gestured for him to pull over so I could feel his arms around me when I told him “yes, I will marry you!”


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Last updated February 5, 2017