She's The One

I'm getting married. Well, at a minimum, I'm engaged to be married. We don't have a date. We don't have a location. We don't have a plan. Honestly, I'm ok with no plan yet. I got through the hardest part.

I've known for a while that she is the right one for me. We just work. We talk about the hard things such as what scares us. We are very vulnerable with each other. She could crush my heart in an instant. I'm so open with her. I've never allowed myself to be this way with anyone, but with her it feels right. It wasn't a series of calculated of conscious decisions to let her in bit by bit. 

All that being said, asking the woman I love to marry me was the scariest thing I've ever done.

I have taught teenagers how to fly aircraft that don't have engines but this was scarier. I have flown across Northwestern Ontario in a light aircraft in bad weather but this was scarier. I have negotiated multi-million dollar deals but this was scarier.

Even though we had discussed it numerous times and were on the same page, I was so scared when I got down on one knee and asked her.

But then she smiled. It was the biggest, happiest, most beautiful smile in all the big, happy, beautiful smiles I've seen from her. I knew that she meant it when she said yes, and I also knew that my life was on a better path, forever.

For the record she wasn't surprised, she knows me too well. She had me all figured out. This also makes me happy. I love her so much that the idea of love doesn't seem like it fully describes how I feel. I miss her every moment we are apart and my heart fills with joy when I see her. I want to hear about her day and I want to share mine. The little things are better with her.

My parents always told me when you find the right one, you will just know. Mom and Dad were right. She's the one.