A Little Back Story on Me & the Hubs: How We Met

A Little Back Story on Me & the Hubs: How We Met interracial marriage  Our Wedding marriage Bicultural Papi

How we met…

I was working at a local amusement park for my second summer in a row when I met my husband.  Like usual, I was making my rounds, taking surveys of local guests, in order to find out what they did or didn’t like about the park. I always saw lots of thirsty co-workers in booths in the hot sun…who were rarely provided with breaks or water. So, I would often take water to people if they were thirsty and if I was passing by anyway. One day, the person that I gave a water to just happened to be my husband. :)  He was both surprised and grateful, and after that, he would always search for me from his booth in hopes that I would stop by to bring him water again. If he didn’t see me on a particular day, he would usually try to find me before or after work to chat and crack jokes.  He never did have the courage to ask me out though.

Every now and then, we would see each other through a mutual friend if we were all going out together. Finally, after several months of talking on the phone and going out among friends, I bit the bullet and asked him to go with me to a family function. I picked him up at his house and told him that we would be going trick-or-treating with my little niece and nephews at the mall (What?  It was cold outside!  lol).  Afterward, he asked that I come with him to a party at his friend’s house in return. I decided to go. When we arrived, his friend saw how much we cared about each other and told hubby that he had better ask me out or he would do it for him. After a little push from his friend…he got down and one knee and asked me to be his girlfriend…yes, on one knee…lol.  I’m guessing the point was to impress me and prove that his intentions were good.  Looks like it worked.  ;)

A Little Back Story on Me & the Hubs: How We Met interracial marriage  Our Wedding marriage Bicultural Papi

How we got engaged…

This story is best told by hubby (he remembers every detail!).  The hubs had been preparing to propose to me for quite a while…he just had to work up the nerve and save up for a ring. Little did he know, I was totally in the know and his game wasn’t the least bit a secret…lol.  Ladies, when your man wears his heart on his sleeve, it’s not hard to tell…for the record.  ;)

He took me out to dinner at Olive Garden (one of my favorite restaurants) for a wonderful meal and I could tell that he was trying hard not to seem suspicious.  As dinner was ending, I remember telling him what a beautiful sunset there was outside, to which he responded by gently hurrying  us out of the restaurant.  He said that we needed to be somewhere for the sunset…he didn’t tell me where, of course. After a short drive, we arrived at Heritage Landing. It is a beautiful little spot on the lake in Muskegon with a gazebo covered bridge and an amazing view.

I could tell that he was nervous about the sunset fading away so quickly and as he stumbled to get something out of the trunk, he asked me to walk up to the bridge alone.  I waited patiently on the bridge as the sun faded into the deep blue sky.  It was a rainbow of majestic beauty and all I could do was wonder why in the heck he would be going into the trunk if he was proposing…lol.  I was just hoping that my feelings were right and he really was going to propose to me.

Finally, he started walking up the bridge and there was nothing visible…no ring…no tire iron…lol.  I was puzzled, but excited to see what would come next.  As he came near the top of the bridge, he asked me to turn around and face the water while he did something sneaky behind me. I waited, half-patiently, until he asked me to turn around…when I did, I saw him down on one knee with a sparkler in one hand and a ring in the other…yes, a 4th of July sparkler…lol.  That was so sweet, because we had talked about this a few months back and I’d had no idea that he was listening when I said how much I love them.  I remember mentioning that I would want one on my birthday cake instead of a candle.  Who knew that they were good for wedding proposals too?  ;)

With all the nervousness in his eyes and a look of truly not knowing what I would say, he asked that question…{Chantilly — my full name} will you marry me?  It was beautiful, his innocence at that moment was touching and of course, I said yes.  Well, in reality, I got down onto both knees with him, hugged him and told him how much I loved him and that I would love to spend the rest of my life with him.

…and the rest is history!

To read more about my romance with the hubby, check out this adorable post about some of our funny mishaps as a couple….and read our bicultural wedding story, part one and part two.  :)

Comments

  1. jenmardunc says

    I am glad that you had the courage and confidence to step outside of the stereotypical gender-roles and ask him out first! I'm sure it gave him a good idea about your strength as a person early on, and it didn't freak him out! :-P So sweet… Sunsets and sparklers–very romantic! You make a very wonderful couple, Chantilly and Ricardo! <3

    • biculturalmom says

      @jenmardunc Haha! Thanks Jen! He definitely was attracted to my strength and independence. ;) We've definitely had our rough patches, but there's too much good to adore to dwell on the negative. Besides, every marriage has it's adjustments…since you're two very different people at first. <3

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