it was just perfect.
i’ve been a little stressed, because it’s tax season. happy, but still stressed and ready for it to be over. my sweet boyfriend told me sometime during the week that if i had Saturday off, we could spend the day together and do whatever i wanted to do and then he wanted to take me out for a nice dinner. and i worked enough during the week that i could take off Saturday and work Sunday.
we had decided to go hiking and were getting ready to go when we discovered our flea infestation problem, and that it was a bad problem. so all daytime plans were off, as we had to figure out what to do for the kitties and what to do for SarahK, who has the sweetest blood that is beloved by all the fleas. but Frank was still planning to take me to dinner and then Easter Vigil at his church. we didn’t know for sure whether those plans were on until after we got the girls some relief. we got some liquid to put on their backs and gave them pills from the vet, and about a half hour later, they were agonizing and freaking out. we were worried for a while, but then around 3:00, they calmed down some.
Frank told me that he’d heard that the Chart House was a nice restaurant, and he wanted to treat me to a nice dinner. i said, “wow, i heard that one is really nice and that they have really good food. and that it’s really expensive.” “oh really? how expensive?” “i don’t know, i just know it’s supposed to be one of the best in Melbourne.” he said, “well, you’ve been pretty stressed out, and you deserve a nice dinner.” he told me he heard he should make reservations, so he said he was going to go make those. he went into his bedroom. when he came out, the sneaky fella said he made the reservations for 5:45 so we would have plenty of time to get there after mass. i told him he’d better call the church and make sure mass was at 4. he went back to his room and did that, and said that it was at 8, so we’d have plenty of time for dinner.
what the sneaky prince was really doing was calling his voice mail at work and talking for no reason. he had made the reservations on Wednesday, but he did actually call the church when i told him to.
we got ready to go, and i had no clue what to wear. i hadn’t gone “Easter” dress shopping, so we’d stopped at a couple of stores on the way back from the vet, but i’d had no luck. finally i remembered my cute purple dress in the back of my closet that i never wear because it’s a little snug. i put it on, and Frank said it was cute, so i wore it. the great Frank J. even wore a tie. of course, that was a little production, because he didn’t know how to tie a tie, and i thought i knew, but neither of us did. that’s ok, because there are websites that describe the process (with diagrams!).
as we were driving to the restaurant, Toby Keith was playing (Greatest Hits, Vol. 2), and “Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue” came on. Frank never skips that song, but suddenly he reached for the cd player and said, “let’s skip that one and sing this one so we can sing together.” he fast-forwarded to “Mockingbird”, the duet based on the old nursery rhyme. we always sing this one together in the car, and we get really into it. so into the song, in fact, that Frank has injured himself while singing it before. anyway, we sang Mockingbird. go read the lyrics if you don’t know the nursery rhyme.
we got to the restaurant and valet-parked, and i came around the back of the car to go around to Frank’s side, which was closest to the door. Frank came around and met me at the back and said, “oh, don’t look, sweetie, i have a little gift for you that i need to get out of the car.” i walked near the door and tried not to look. in the process of my trying not to look, i saw him carrying a green velvet necklace box. whee!
we got inside, and Frank gave them our name. well, his name. but soon to be our name! :-D the girls at the front exchanged glances and looked at me and smiled really big and said “oooohhhhhh, Fleming…” “we have a lovely table prepared for you over here, wink-wink, nudge-nudge.” of course, i’m still thinking, wow, i’m getting a necklace! i hope it’s long enough that i don’t fee like it’s choking me when i wear it! and i said, “when did you have time to go get me a gift?”
Frank the Dishonest said, “i had last Friday off” or something like that, and SarahK the Enchanted said, “ooooh. ok.” as it turns out, Monday night when he was making me worry, he was buying my ring. and knowing that i must be worrying, he actually left before they were done re-sizing the ring, because my finger is so tiny that it was going to take an extra half hour. Monday night when he got home, he did say to me, “i’m sorry i made you worry. i promise to make it up to you so you’ll say, ‘wow, i’m somewhat less enraged by this incident’.” Tuesday at lunchtime, he went and picked up the ring. oh, and he’s known at the jewelry store as “the guy with the ring”.
the hostess took us to our table, which was by the window overlooking the boats and the Indian River. when we arrived at the table, the hostess said, “oh, and what beautiful flowers.” i started oohing and awwing and getting a little misty-eyed. the arrangement of stargazers on the table was absolutely gorgeous.
told ya. so we sat down, and Frank had the necklace box, and he put it on the table in front of me. he said that the gift he was giving me was a little bit different and required a little bit of explanation, and i thought, the last time he told me that, i almost got arrested. ha. so i opened the box, and there was a piece of paper in there. written on it was “Frank’s Soul.”
i’ll give the ladies a minute to pick themselves up off the floor, a moment to fan themselves and say, awwwwwwww.
Frank said, “i’m not sure i’m allowed to give that away, but if i could entrust it to any earthly person, it would be you.” and then he said that i make him the man he’s always wanted to be, that i’ve added to his soul, and he’d like to at least devote a portion to me so he’ll always treat me like the princess i am.
“having said that, this is all leading up to some bad news.” by this point, his voice was a little nervous.
what??? there can be no bad news!!! you just said the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me, there can’t be bad news!!
i said, “what?”
he said, “the mockingbird won’t sing.”
i said, “REALLY??!!!??” with a huge smile on my face. i knew what he was saying. he carried the one for me anyway.
he said, “you know what that means… i bought you a diamond ring.”
i think i was crying by this point, or at least really close.
Frank stood up and took the ring out of his pocket, then got down on one knee. he said, “i’m not sure which knee i’m supposed to be on.” i said, “i don’t think it matters!”
then he spoke. “i got you this shiny bauble. it’s not much by itself, but it would mean the world to me if you would wear it on your finger.”
i said, “YES!!” and kissed him!
he continued, “so… Sarah C— K—, aka, SarahK–”
i was saying at this point, “oh yeah, i have to wait for you to ask.”
“–will you marry me?”
and i said “YES!! OF COURSE!!” and we kissed again. and he took the ring out of the box, and i held out my finger, and he tried to hand me the ring. i took it from him, then handed it back and said, “no, you put it on me!” and he put it on me. he sat back in his chair, and i turned around to the other restaurant patrons and said, “we’re getting married!” and they all clapped for us.
the ring is the perfect size, he was actually listening when i told him my finger size is smaller than 4.
Frank was so ready to call me his fiancee, apparently. because the first time the waiter came to our table, he said, “my fiancee will have…” Hee!!!
dinner was wonderful, we had lobster spring rolls for an appetizer. i had the 6 oz. filet (medium) and coconut shrimp, and he had the prime rib (medium rare) and coconut shrimp. for dessert, we got the creme brulee and the molten chocolate cake and shared both.
it was a wonderful night for a very happy couple.
when we got back in the car, we sang our song together, because “Mockingbird” is now our song. :-) Frank told me that he made sure to play it on the way to the restaurant, because he wanted to make sure the reference to the mockingbird not singing wasn’t lost on me. carry the one, SarahK. ;-)
so that’s it. we’re engaged and will get married sometime after Joe Foo’ gets back from Iraq.
of course, there are so many people to thank for where my life has taken me and the fact that i am sitting in Frank’s livingroom, watching my fiance hold his kitten, wearing a shiny bauble on my finger… so i can’t get to everyone, but those instrumental to us getting to this point include…
my blogdad and one of my bestest friends since high school, Juan.
Jeffrey (who’s getting married himself in June), who first sent me a link to this Frank J. post and who encouraged me to enter the T-Shirt Babe Contest.
Glenn Reynolds, the blogfather of my new fiance.
Rachel Lucas, John Hawkins and Misha who were very instrumental in Frank’s blog explosion and therefore somehow responsible for this.
all of the judges who voted for me in the contest, and even those who didn’t vote for me. :-)
and of course all of the readers and especially commenters at IMAO and mountaineer musings, who doggedly encouraged us to pursue our little romance.
i can’t tell y’all how happy i am.