April 10, 2018 - Fifteen years ago to the day (on April 10, 2003), Jon and I arrived in Thailand to visit my Dad. Back then, we had to wait until morning to take the final leg to Phuket so we checked into a hotel inside of the Bangkok airport. I was so tired from the long flight that I just took a shower and climbed into my tiny single bed while I waited for Jon to spritz off. They didn't have any rooms for couples so Jon had another little bed next to mine like 8 inches off the ground, so when he kneeled next to my bed, I thought it was just to get down low enough to kiss me goodnight. Instead, he presented this band with the most simple question: I was wondering if you'd like to be my wife. At the time, we didn't have two dimes to rub together having poured everything into a house, so we didn't add my second diamond ring until later.
Little did I know that exactly 15 years later--on April 10, 2018--I'd be back in Thailand where our marriage began, this time alone and once again with only my single engagement band bc (from my last post), I'd lost one of the diamonds from my wedding ring right before I left, and had to leave home without it. To me, the message was clear: stay true to your roots bc in the end, it's about the life you've led, the adventures you share, and the love you take with you. Gives new meaning to the phrase everything comes full circle, doesn't it?
So, on this day, far away from home with a lump in my throat, I wished my husband a happy 15th proposal anniversary. 10, 20, 30: Engaged on April 10th, married on the 20th, and made it official at the US Embassy on the 30th in 2003. I missed him awful that day (he and our son both) and I remember thanking him for giving me the anniversary gift of time with my Dad. I didn't know then, but my April trip would be the last time I'd see him alive. I'm so grateful that I could be there.💗
