Let’s start with this: Jimmy is a terrible spy. Absolutely awful. If I ever need to hide a body, the
very last person I will ask is Jimmy.
This story is the perfect example. I pretty much figured out
he was planning to ask me to marry him when he asked me to wander around the
mall and tell him which rings I liked, and by the way, what’s my ring size? Subtle,
my darling.
And it’s not like we hadn’t talked about it. The subject of
marriage had been broached on a number of occasions. Early on it was the
subject of massive fights, as I had burned the bridal T-shirt many years ago.
Jimmy is a traditional fellow, though, and he wanted me to make an honest man
of him. We’d talked about the practical aspects of marriage, the emotional
side, the commitment (gulp!), the religious components. In most things we had
reached a good rapport.
He was acting all squirrelly, and there was that day at the
mall about a month before we were supposed to go to Florida. He was definitely
up to something. And there would be a number of opportunities, including the
highlight of the trip: Disney World.
As we got closer to the Florida trip, it became harder and
harder to keep him from telling me what he was up to! I was reduced to covering
my ears and chanting, “Hush! Hush! Hush!” Worst. Spy. Ever.
We planned our day at Disney World carefully, because we
could only afford one day. We determined we would spend the whole day at Magic
Kingdom, since the park-hopper tickets cost more. I purchased a guidebook that
gave a very specific plan of attack that gives you the maximum opportunity to
see the major attractions with a minimum time in line.
Of course, we were going the day after Independence Day.
Lines were pretty much inevitable. Still, we had good luck: crossing the lagoon
within minutes with my dad, my stepmother Karen, my niece Alexis and her
boyfriend, and of course Ian, my son.
It was so exciting to watch the castle grow big as we
approached the park. Quickly stashing our stuff in lockers, we hustled to Space
Mountain, which we’d identified as our top priority.
Even first thing in the day, the line at Space Mountain ate
most of an hour. We chatted in line, looked for hidden Mickeys, and enjoyed the
hell out of one of my favorite rides.
Dad couldn’t ride Space Mountain, so we caught him with my
folks afterward. The plan was to go on to the castle and get a family picture
taken, because our next stop was the second-longest line: Splash Mountain. We
wanted to get our photos taken before we got wet.
So we approached the castle. A few words on this: I love
Disney castles. I grew up a Disneyphile; when I was young, my family would go
to Los Angeles every other year to visit my dad’s family, and we’d usually do a
couple of days at Disneyland. It isn’t just the happiest place on earth for me;
it’s also my childhood bound up in one place. It was history, adventure,
imagination and magic all in a fantasy kingdom ruled from a castle.
From the time I was a little girl, I had a daydream about a
proposal at Disneyland. A Cinderella coach whisking me away to the drawbridge
was a frequent theme; dancing on the drawbridge was another.
In almost every way, I prefer Disneyland to Disney World’s
Magic Kingdom. Disney World has much more to do overall, but the Magic Kingdom
is a smaller version of Disneyland, with some of its best attractions scattered
in other lands.
But the castle at Magic Kingdom is so much better than
Disneyland’s castle that it takes my breath away. Blue spires topped with gold
rising above white granite – or that’s what it looks like, and I don’t care
about forced perspective or optical illusions.
We wanted to take the family photo, but there was a parade
going on. We discovered later that this parade occurs three or four times
during the day. It was a really cool parade, with catchy music and dancing
characters. The noise was so loud we couldn’t hear each other at all, and the
crowds were heavy, so we decided to wait out the parade before taking the picture.
I sat on the curb and waved to Donald Duck, family emblem.
Jimmy wandered about, talking for a few minutes with my dad. Finally the parade
ended with one last refrain and blew Mickey-shaped foil confetti into the air,
which Karen and I quickly gathered up for later scrapbooking.
Then we took the family photo, and fortunately a stranger
agreed to take our group shot so I could be in the photo too. We were standing
in front of the castle, not on the drawbridge, but the plaza below it.
Then Jimmy drew me away from the others, and I tried to
point where we should head next – either the side passage to Adventureland or
through the castle.
Instead, he held my arms and started to speak. I heard about
every fourth word, because it was still loud and he was speaking very softly
and very quickly. I tried to get him to talk louder, and he leaned in and
spoke… very quickly and very quietly in my ear. Something about “I’m asking
you…” and something else about begging.
And I got the hint when he dropped to one knee.
He was still talking too quietly, but I figured out what he
was asking. Even I’m not that thick. He pulled out a small gray ring box and
opened it.
There was a lovely silver promise ring I had seen when we
were at the mall that day. It was small and subtle, with a row of blue and
white sapphires.
He caught my left hand and started to slide the ring up my
finger, and I had to suppress a mental giggle: I hadn’t said anything yet!
Later he told me he was hedging his bets. I also heard that my friends told him
to a) tie me to a chair and/or b) glue my shoes to the floor before asking me
to marry him, but he settled for getting that lovely ring on my finger before
he finished asking me.
“Yes,” I told him. I was pretty sure whatever he said was
agreeable to me. This is not the entry to explain why we’re getting married, of
course – that’s a different post. This is about the proposal to end all
proposals.
He stood up and kissed me, while my family took a zillion
pictures and cheered. Then he held me, and I held him, and it was a little
while before we remembered there were other people in Disney World that day.
We turned and saw my family, all beaming at us. My niece was
madly texting, and my stepmother was holding a pair of Mickey Mouse ears. One
was white, with a tiny tiara and veil. The other was black, with a tuxedo front
and mini top hat. They were already stitched with our names. It seems someone
had the inside track!
In fact, the rest of the day proved everyone was in on it
but me. Ian had spilled the beans to my mother and stepfather a week before
when he was visiting them. I don’t know how my sister found out, but my dad and
stepmother had planned ahead. Not only the ears, but when we got back to the
condo that night, they had a bottle of champagne chilling in our room beside
engraved flutes with our names on them. Disney, of course.
It was absolutely perfect, romantic and beautiful and imbued
with all the sappiness at which Jimmy excels. Later I made him repeat what he’d
said at the foot of the castle, so I’d know for sure what I was getting into.
It was beautiful, and the fact that he was so nervous even after all the
talking and the unwavering support of my family was frankly adorable.
He’s all sniffly right now, because next to me he’s working
on his version. As I said before, this isn’t the time to talk about why, just
how. But the shorthand is, I love this man. I intend to be with him until death
do us part. And may God have mercy on his soul!
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