When I made the decision to ask Treasa to marry me, one of the first things I did was call her mom.
“Would it be okay if I stopped by after work?” I asked on a Tuesday afternoon, knowing that Treasa would not be home until later that evening. “There’s something I’d like to talk about with you and your husband.”
Treasa’s mom agreed, inviting me to dinner.
Sitting around the kitchen table, Treasa’s parents and I made small talk for more than an hour as we enjoyed a home-cooked salmon dinner. I honestly don’t remember anything we discussed. I do remember, however, that I was anxious for the right moment to arrive. Finally, after some ice cream and a lull in the conversation, I broke the ice.
“Well,” I offered, “you probably know why I am here.”
Treasa’s parents smiled and looked at me in silence.
“I love Treasa more than anything in the world,” I said, choking up just a bit. “I want to spend the rest of my life with her and I’d like your permission to marry her.”
“Of course,” Treasa’s dad responded right away, instantly welcoming me into the family. Then, Treasa’s mom said something I will never forget.
“You are the man we have been praying that God would send for Treasa,” she said.
It was one of the happiest moments of my life and confirmation of what I had known for a long time: Treasa and I were meant for each another. She was indeed the woman I have been praying for God to send into my life, too.
I thanked Treasa’s parents for raising such a wonderful daughter. Then, I asked Treasa’s mom what kind of ring I should get.
“Treasa will like whatever you pick out because you picked it out,” she said, fetching her daughter’s high school ring from an upstairs jewelry box so I would know the correct size.
Treasa’s dad gave me a handshake and her mom hugged me as I went on my way before Treasa came home from work.
The next day, I went to a jewelry store and picked out the ring. I held onto it for three days. Then, on March 31, I gave it to the person to whom it really belonged.