"Lord, I do fear
Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year;
My soul is all but out of me..."
-- Edna St.Vincent Millay
I caught buses from Winchcombe to
Gloucester on the 30th of August, on a quest to spend some time with
a few cherished friends. Lizzie and Neil, whom I was staying with then, told me
they had a meeting in Gloucester that day, so I would have a ride the 35 to 45
minute drive home. On the bus Charles and I exchanged texts, like we always do. I wrote something about how tall, dark, and handsome I find him, and how much I love him, and he responded with, "Love you, beautiful. Hope your day brings you happiness in ways you couldn't imagine." At this stage, I really hadn't imagined the happiness it had in store!
I went to the home of “my English family” for lunch and we
laughed our way through it, and then “my little English sister” Megan and I
went on to my beloved Gloucester Cathedral to meet a few more friends (Ali, and
Lizzie and the girls) for a coffee. I ordered a mocha at the Cathedral coffee shop
and basked in the beautiful, ancient place which has been a sanctuary for my
heart since I first saw it upon starting at Redcliffe 7 years ago, and the
precious friendships the Lord’s given me to come home to every time I get back
to Gloucestershire. I am so utterly blessed to have friends like these!
After finishing our drinks, I
proposed we take 2-year-old Lily up to the cloister courtyard to run around. I
was holding baby Rosalie, of course, but Lizzie seemed to suddenly really want
me to put her back in her pram, so, though I found this rather weird of my
friend who lets me take her daughters around as if they were my own, I laid the
precious 4-month-old back in her pram and followed Lily to the fountain. I have
adored the cloisters and the cloister courtyard since I first laid eyes on it.
All throughout college it was my favourite place to spend time in prayer. I’d
sit on the benches out there and write letters to loved ones back home, fill my
journals with prayers and thoughts, study for essays, and do bible studies. It
was just a sanctuary to me—a “thin place” where God seemed nearer to me, where
my heart could most easily connect with him, and there were no distractions
beyond the kind of beautiful ones that made me adore Him more…
Neil showed up to pick up his
wife and kids and after a few photos by the fountain, he suggested we take some
inside the stunning 14th century cloisters, complete with stained
glass reflections and the earliest surviving fan-vaulted ceilings in England.
When this was an abbey, the monks would have used the cloisters for study and
meditation, and the windows where their scribing desks sat to write out the
scriptures before the printing press was invented have always fascinated and
thrilled me. The beauty is intoxicating
to me. So inside we went, all 7 of us, and as we did, Lizzie suggested we go
down in another direction. When I turned that way, there, against an ancient
wooden and iron door, stood my tall, dark, and handsome Londoner holding a
bouquet of flowers.
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| The man I'm going to marry, with flowers and ring in hand, in the courtyard of my beloved cathedral where he proposed!!! |
And I was flabbergasted! I had NO
IDEA this was coming or that he and my friends had been in cahoots to surprise
me like this for nearly 2 months. I went to give him a kiss hello, shocked and
a little confused, and then he took me by the hand and led me back out to the
courtyard. I could feel his heart pounding so quickly in his chest as I kept
kissing him and hugging him and telling him how excited I was to see him. I
thought to myself, “Surely, this must be the proposal…” but he wasn’t saying
much—he was so nervous! Then he said, “Let’s walk” and we began to make a wide
circle around the fountain, his thumb rubbing anxiously my hand that he was
holding. He began to speak to me in rhyme, but flustered, it took me awhile to
realize that he was reciting to me a poem by heart. He said, without a flaw:
Remember when we
first met?
When all was awkward and so much unsaid?
And we took a walk that we couldn't have imagined
Where it'd end up or how we were being led
And we journeyed
on
Confused and unsure
Whether we should make a go of it
Or leave things undecided some more
But we took a
chance
In the chilly north
Thought we were worth it
And then looked forward
To this day where
We make a promise to each other
To one day be united
And love forever
So now for me
will you bless
When I ask you the question
Leah, will you marry me?
Please will you say...
At this point he got down on one knee and opened a pretty ring box before me,
holding out a gorgeous 18k white gold .45 carat diamond solitaire. And I very
quickly exclaimed, “Yes!”
I cannot muster the words to describe this feeling. I honestly questioned whether I was actually dreaming (Charles, being the wonderful, servant-hearted man he is, pinched me to prove that I was indeed awake :)). I
started jumping up and down in excitement, and this lasted
throughout the day and into the next, hopping and dancing about every few minutes :) So much excitement, I just don’t know
what to do with it all! Between all of the jumping up and down and squeals of
delight and kissing and hugging the handsome man kneeling before me, Charles
had to literally ask me if I’d like to put the ring on. And of course I did!
Without even getting my finger measurement, it was a PERFECT fit. And on my
rather diminutive hands, the diamond looked huge, and couldn’t possibly sparkle
any brighter! The best part is, he chose it himself :)
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| It is the perfect, classic diamond solitaire and I love it! |
“I have found the
one whom my soul loves.”
– Song of Songs 3:4
An older couple came up to us at that
point and offered to take our photo :) I love how you can read the relief in
Charles’ face in the photo!
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| Upon just standing up from where he'd been knelt :) |
But then the courtyard cleared of
people entirely, and the cathedral vergers shut the doors to leave us to
ourselves out there in the courtyard. It turns out, I was to learn later, that
my friend Neil had called the cathedral and told them of Charles’ plans to
propose there and enlisted their help. The vergers were all part of the
coordination :) And the cathedral staff asked whether they could call the local
tv service to catch it all on film! Ha! My friends declined, knowing that wouldn’t
really be my thing. But rather cool, nonetheless, that our engagement was such
high priority to this massive, majestic cathedral I so love :)
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| I adore this place even more now-- and I didn't guess that would be possible :) |
We had a few minutes to gather
ourselves, and then, as if walking on a cloud in a dream, we meandered back
into the cloisters and into the main part of the cathedral so I could show
Charles this place I loved so much that He’d never been to before. What an
incredibly perfect place to plan His proposal. I couldn’t have thought of a
more apt place as far as my little heart goes. And the fact that he knew this
makes my little heart dance! In a dream-like blur, I pointed out a few things
as we sauntered through the dimly-lit, stone-walled, ancient place of worship.
And a few times we ducked into a little side chapel and shared a kiss and I
squealed in more excitement :) Could this be real? Did a tall, dark, and handsome English gentleman really just propose to this small-town American girl in this majestic, ancient cathedral? It felt like a fairytale :)
Then we walked out into the town and
sat on a bench and reveled in this feeling, as Charles explained to me how
calling my parents’ to ask for my hand in marriage had gone (and the bizarre
experience of having my dad talk of artificially inseminating his cattle during
their phone call. What? Hehe!) and Charles told me that this was our time but
that he’d arranged for us to go home with Neil and Lizzie later, and he’d stay
over one night with us in Winchcombe before he had to head back up to London.
In all this time, the sky was beautiful and bright and sunny and only broke
open for a quick bit of time when Neil was on his way to pick us up. I didn’t
want to leave the cathedral, but I was floating and found it hard to think too
clearly about anything. I was thinking, though, that I hadn’t said goodbye to
my friends, and I would be returning to the states for a long time and felt
badly that I hadn’t given them hugs…
Neil picked us up with a grin like the
cat that got the cream for having helped pull this surprise proposal off. I had
just spent the last 3 weeks with Lizzie and Neil and my gorgeous goddaughters
and they’d not given me ANY reason to believe that anything like this was going
to happen. When I had first arrived, I’d even confessed to Lizzie that I
thought it would be so brilliant if Charles would think to show up and surprise
me there in the Cotswolds and propose, because he and I have talked about our
future marriage for years now! And my precious friend Lizzie whom is known for
not being able to keep a secret in all her enthusiasm, gave me no clues AT ALL.
I was completely and utterly surprised. I’d even been disappointed earlier in
the month when Charles told me he wasn’t going to make it over to visit us
while I was there, even though we’d discussed a visit earlier in the summer
when I’d made plans to be there. I’d been teary and upset when I heard, and
Neil and Lizzie still managed to keep from spilling any beans :)
When he picked us up, Neil explained
that he’d left Lizzie and the girls at Redcliffe because Rosie was in the
middle of a breastfeed, and we’d just have to go back there to pick them up. He
asked what we should do for supper, whether Charles and I would like to go out
on a little date, or whether we should all do something together. I even
offered to cook. But they were only priming me for another surprise :)
When we arrived to Redcliffe, Neil
told us he would park and we should go find Lizzie feeding the baby. As we
walked through the halls of my alma mater, I caught a glimpse through a window
of one of my dearest friends, Amanda who lives on the other side of the country, out in the garden. I said to Charles, “I
think I just saw Amanda Pink!” and he didn’t let on a thing :) We rounded a
corner to the garden door, and there milling about under a little garden party
tent, were my dearest friends in the world, all come back to Redcliffe from all
over England! A banner reading, “He asked… She said Yes!” hung across a
window-wall, and under the tent was a little patio table with wine and juice
and cupcakes and crisps and delicate-stemmed wine glasses. Little tins of
flowers and jars tied with ribbon and holding candles were scattered about.
Blankets and cushions lay invitingly under the tent. And my close circle of
dearest friends were all gathered there to congratulate us :) It could not have
been a more perfect surprise!
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| Our engagement date :) |
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| The loveliest surprise engagement party! |
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| We're engaged!! |
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| Re-creating the moment with the banner :) |
The story came out that Charles had contacted Neil and Lizzie about a surprise
proposal, and Lizzie had organized everyone else to be a part. They had all
known this was coming for nearly 2 months, all biting their tongues when I
spoke of missing Charles and fearing our long winter apart and wondering if he
was ever going to get us engaged and watching me suffer in the insecurity of
that… It was just all too too perfect.
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| Charles and some of his co-conspirators! |
Neil had brought my laptop and set it
up to call my family as soon as we got to Redcliffe and tell them the news :) “My
English family” had also known what was coming, and soon came up to college to
join the party. We opened lovely cards of congratulations, and ate and drank
and chatted and laughed. Paul and Abbie brought his guitar and worship books,
because one of my favourite things since Redcliffe has been worship times with
friends and the acoustic guitar. We ordered pizzas and sat under the tent
together til the sky started to go dark. Heavenly! But perhaps the dearest part
of the whole party was when they all sat around us and prayed over us, each
one. I’m not sure a heart can get any more full than mine was in those moments,
with my darling new baby goddaughter in my lap, my handsome FIANCÉ at my side,
and the dearest, know-everything-about-me friends all around praying for us and
our future.
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| Being prayed for... Such an incredible feeling! |
“How full can a
heart be? How much of the precious presence of another can it take in without
breaking apart and spilling over onto everything?”
– Leigh McLeroy
Amanda, Abbie, and I took Charles
around to see our college, walking down memory lane together. Then as the night
closed in, we moved our perfect little garden party indoors and Charles popped
open the champagne so we could all have a toast!
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| Champagne toasts in the evening! |
Every last detail was perfectly
orchestrated by my loved ones to bless my heart. And oh my goodness, how well
they did that. Overwhelmed with thankfulness!
In the evening we went home with Neil and Lizzie and the girls and I called as many of my family as I could get a hold of. Telling everyone was half the fun :) Joy goes all that much more deep when it is shared! And we are still floating on that cloud of joy...
So thankful.
(View the entire album of photos
here)
"He fell to the
seat, she by his side. There were no more words. The stars were beginning to
shine. How was it that their lips met? How is it that the birds sing, that the
snow melts, that the rose opens, that may blooms, that the dawn whitens behind
the black trees on the shivering summit of the hills?
One kiss and that was all.
Both trembled, and they looked at each other in the
darkness with brilliant eyes."
-- Victor Hugo
