Okay. He proposed to me. It was simple. It was sweet. The problem? I wasn't ready to say yes. I'd been married before and didn't want to step into a repeat the same mistakes.
Time passed. Maybe a month. Maybe two. During this time, we hung out like we always had. We were best friends for years who'd become lovers—a love like never before—even so, I had cold feet. I was lucky to have a man like Lloyd and knew he was the one. He was. Still is.
Instead of telling him, yes, when I was ready to get married, I decided to take things to the next level. I contacted a few friends for help. I ordered flowers and hid them outside of the house. I bought a beautiful dress. Many of my friends offered to bring appetizers and a dear friend's mother made a wonderful wedding cake.
That evening, I had my sister call with an errand for Lloyd so he'd be out of the house for approximately forty-five minutes. It was 10:45 PM. At eleven, the guests arrived, parking their cars down the street. We brought all the flowers in, lit candles and waited for Lloyd's return.
When Lloyd walked in the door, we all called, "Surprise."
And it was.
Lloyd had walked into his own impromptu wedding. A friend had gone online and become a Universal Life Minister that evening. She read the ceremony I'd written in advance and we tied the knot. Twenty minutes later, we had wedding cake, champagne and a story to remember when we grew old.
We just had our 10 year anniversary.