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april wise: I learn many things from ur story, it a wonderful story.

TANX MAN

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thanks guys. happy u lov it

THE END

We ended up taking our limo back to our resort –
and BY THE WAY. The limo was 1980’s style
Uncle Guido GREEN, inside and out, which was
another scenario Matthew had not planned for!
The whole ordeal was definitely laughable.
So when we got back to our hotel, Matthew
suggested we take a walk before the sun set.
Mmm-hmm, “a walk.” Ok, buddy! I thought to
myself.
As we walked along beside the gorgeous floury-
soft sand beach, we suddenly reached a little
clearing where there was a patch of green grass
beside the sand, and Matthew stopped. My heart
skipped a beat, and before I knew it, he was on
one knee, saying something about loving me a
whole lot and wanting to spend the rest of
forever with me, et cetera, et cetera. Honestly,
and sadly, I might add, I don’t remember his
exact words. Even though I expected this
proposal, I was still in some sort of weird shock.
Maybe it had something to do with the gorgeous
shiny rock that was sparkling up at me as he
spoke – just sayin’!
Obviously, my answer was YES. And I believe
they usually end these little fairytales with “happily
ever after.”
man, I miss that tan.
But the truth is, things haven’t always been super
easy; living states away from each other for that
year before our wedding was really tough. Once
we DID get married and moved into our home
together, we had to learn to live as a couple – but
I can honestly say that when you are deeply and
unselfishly in love, things aren’t that hard. And I
wish each and every one of you, if you haven’t
found it already, a love story just like ours – not
because our relationship is perfect (because it isn’t
– honest), but because we have found a way to
love one another despite. Despite our
imperfections, despite our quirks and
idiosyncrasies, and despite a sometimes
uncertain future.
This first year of marriage has taught me a lot,
and I can’t wait to share our journey with all of
YOU. This life can be a beautiful thing –
sometimes sad, sometimes tragic, sometimes full
of sorrow and suffering and pain – but ALWAYS
full of love.
I’ll leave you with something I wrote on a private
blog on Valentine’s Day two years ago, just after
receiving those gifts from Matthew:
I have learned to listen to my heart. I have
learned that if you never make room for better
things and better ways to be, if you never clear
out the things in your life that stand in the way of
your happiness, then you are not aligning your
universe to allow for amazing things. In this life,
you don’t find yourself. You create yourself.
And the same goes for love: you don’t find love,
you create a road for love to travel and wait for it
to come.

So needless to say, I accepted the invitation, and
that trip to New York City with my future
husband turned out to be the most fabulous few
days of my life. The Ritz Carlton ruined me for all
eternity. I will compare all hotel experiences to
that one, and nothing will ever match up.
Matthew convinced the poor fellow at the front
desk to upgrade our stay from a basic room to a
two room, two bathroom suite, at no extra
charge (the guy is a sweet-talker, what can I
say?), and from our room on the seventh floor
(my lucky number) you could sit on the window
seat and gaze down at sixth avenue and central
park below. I spent many teary moments on that
window seat, wondering when I would wake up
from this lovely dream.
Thankfully, I never did.
Matthew had brought along the movie
Serendipity for us to watch while there in New
York, and the next day after watching the movie
in our cozy room, Matthew surprised me with
lunch at Serendipity 3. Appropriate, yes? Here we
were inside the restaurant:
After that New York trip, Matthew and I continued
a long distance relationship. We would see each
other every 3-5 weeks on average, he flying
down to San Antonio where I lived at the time, or
me flying up to Huntington Beach, California
where he lived at the time.
In June of that same year, we took yet another
trip, but this time to Maui, Hawaii. Mind you, we
had only been dating four and half months at this
point, but I had a feeling a proposal was
imminent.
A couple of days into our stay, Matthew
surprised me with a limo ride to a location away
from our hotel, where we found a small table set
up near the beach, complete with white linens, a
candle, and a little vase of fresh flowers. We had
our own private chef, who was arranged about
10 yards away, cook us one of the most delicious
meals I’ve ever eaten (some type of grilled
Hawaiian fish – whatever it was, it was amazing!).
BUT. Things really did not go as Matthew had
planned for them to or at all how he had
envisioned. We laugh about it now, but our
romantic and private little dinner table was smack
dab in the middle of a grassy clearing between
another hotel and an enormous ugly apartment
complex with hundreds of balconies overlooking
our little spectacle. We were also within about 15
feet of an outdoor shower spicket which people
were coming up to from the beach to shower off
under! It was awkward to say the least, and
Matthew was pissed. At one point he went over
to the chef to “check on our meal,” but he was
really asking for the ring back – it was supposed
to be “served” to me with the dessert, but
Matthew was so displeased with the atmosphere
that he decided to postpone the proposal.
The meal wrapped up, and I was feeling anxious.
Knowing Matthew, I had a feeling he wouldn’t
propose under these imperfect circumstances,
but I wasn’t sure!

Chapter Four
In part three, the story left off just after our week
of first dates and Matthew’s return home from
California, and just before Valentine’s Day two
years ago. I was at work that Valentine’s Day
evening when a special delivery arrived for me
via Matthew’s mom! I was too busy to chat with
her much when she arrived, but she dropped off
my gifts along with a gorgeous dozen white and
red roses from Matthew. He had arranged all this
before he left!
I waited to open my gifts until the restaurant was
closed for the evening, but believe me, I thought
about them ALL NIGHT LONG! Once the last
customer had finally left, I sat down at a table
with my roses, a large yellow manila envelope,
and a wrapped gift. A note on the outside of a
card instructed that I open the wrapped gift first.
In order to understand the significance of what
comes next, you have to first understand my
obsession with New York City. During those few
weeks that we had know each other up until this
point, Matthew and I had discussed how much
we both loved it there, and how it is my absolute
favorite place on Earth. So I opened my gift and
found this adorable New York picture that
Matthew had hand decaled with romantic little
words:
I was tickled by that, of course, but what was in
the big manila envelope was the real kicker.
Matthew had created this full page invitation (with
a beautiful photo of a bridge in Central Park faded
in the background), and it read:
(My Name)
You are hereby cordially invited to
“The City of Lights”
On Monday, the Ninth of March,
Two Thousand and Nine
at
The Ritz Carlton New York, Central Plaza
Enchantment will start promptly at 8:00 PM,
Romance will begin at first site,
…..Falling in Love will last a lifetime
Host: Matthew (Last Name)
Price of Admission: Your Company, Your Smile,
and Your Grace
Please RSVP by February 16th, 2009
We apologize for any inconvenience,
Kisses are the only form of payment accepted at
this time
Ummm, yeah. CAN WE SAY EVERY GIRL’S
DREAM COME TRUE?!?! And Matthew had also
created a fake airline boarding pass with the
assigned seat “next to your man” and with flight
and confirmation numbers matching the days of
our first two dates. I know. Sickening! I’m here to
tell you that not every man is completely clueless
when it comes to romance!
So needless to say, I accept

Truth be told, the relationship encountered quite a
bit of trepidation from my friends and family, and
understandably so. Everything happened so fast
and so furious and so SOON after the end of my
previous relationship.
Matthew was almost seven years older than me,
had a successful career in insurance and financial
services, lived states away, and still seemed dead
set on ME. People didn’t trust him, and even I had
my moments of doubt as things moved along at
lightning speed.
During the week after our first phone call, we
talked for hours every night. I learned that he was
a huge fan of the book The Secret, just like I was,
and he told me that he, too, tried to live his life by
the principles of the law of attraction.
Coincidence? I think not.
He also told me he had moved his trip back to
Texas up a few days so he could spend more
time with me, and our first date was scheduled
for less than two weeks after our initial meeting. I
remember getting a text from him just a couple
days before he flew back down to Texas, and it
said that he “couldn’t wait to have me in his
arms.” I was a little alarmed by this, given that
we hadn’t even had our first date yet, but I sort of
loved it all at once. It was nice to feel wanted
without that veil of pretense and cautious,
“acceptable” behavior. Matthew is one of the few
people in this world who throws themselves
shamelessly and without hesitation at whatever
they desire.
So we had our first date. I wore a little black dress
with heels and a bright green sweater, and he
wore jeans and a black button up shirt. We met
at Starbucks, we hugged like old friends, he led
me to the car he’d borrowed from his dad, and
he opened my door for me like a true gentleman.
He started the car and a CD began to play – all my
favorite songs, one after another. I demanded
that he admit he’d stalked my Facebook and
made a CD from all my listed favorite artists, but
he denies it to this day. Either he’s lying, or we
just have identical taste in music. Either way, it
was perfect.
And that evening began a week of “first dates.”
We had dinner together several times, went to
the movies, visited the nearby Natural Bridge
Caverns and Natural Bridge Wildlife Ranch in San
Antonio, spent his birthday with his parents and
grandparents, and then said a very bittersweet
goodbye before he headed back to California.
I think it was on the third date that week that I
really fell in love. We were deep under the
ground in the chilly caverns and listening to the
tour guide as she lectured on stalactites and
stalagmites, when Matthew wrapped his arms
around me from behind and just held me there
as we stood. I can’t explain it, but it just felt…
RIGHT.
A few days after he went home to California, on
Valentine’s Day 2009, I received a very special
delivery while I was at work – a gift that would
turn out to be one of the most amazing and
romantic things I’ve ever been given.