Popping The Question

I had to have surgery. It was a hernia. It was unexpected. Lots of things in life are unexpected. I've always liked to plan for the future and try to live life intentionally.

I had a plan. Since Anchorage, Alaska, I had committed in my mind and had demonstrated my commitment. I got a tattoo of an angel on my left arm in Homer, Alaska. I had found the ring in a vintage store in Anchorage. I was waiting for her divorce to be final before I would propose. I kind of knew the answer, but it was only right to ask the question, out of respect and out of romance.

Then the hernia reminded me that in spite of plans, shit happens. If something were to go terribly wrong, I wanted to make sure that she knew, without a doubt, how I felt.

I had sung to her before in karaoke. I had written to her before in a poetic journal. A week and a day after my surgery, I planned to sing to her and read the words I had written for her in the book that would be our record forever. I called her father. I asked for his blessing. I got friends on the ship to help with the details, and this was the result.

This is the proposal....

https://youtu.be/YBvN1KtXNtY