Ritual of Commitment

‘When you know you just know’.

I remember questioning that in the courtship of love, especially having failed at the love game previously. Mum used to say it to me. I’d see it in those couples that sort of made you sick (only when you are single of course). So many faces to love. So complicated. No wonder there are so many songs, poems and writings about this unexplainable force that is at the crux of our being.

But now I understand. It was always meant to be simple. A knowing.

Recently (a few months ago) I took that next step. It’s taken a while for the experience to digest for us both before sharing such a personal moment of our lives (I do like to share stuff).

Anyway, I did the romantic thing and said to Elizabeth; “let’s go out to the Border Ranges”. On one of our first dates almost two years ago, we unsuccessfully tried to reach ‘The Pinnacle” a beautiful lookout in the Border Ranges but I ran out of petrol. Ha.

So it was a perfect medium to ‘propose’ without her knowing a thing (and she was shocked beyond belief).

We have a special tree. It was a tree we had got to before I’d ran out of petrol on that first date. So that’s where I popped the big question this time. I wasn’t nervous at all before it, but I sure started shaking when we drove up to the tree. No drop knee or fancy shmancy, just good old intimate eye contact, and a “will you marry me”.

One of the most beautiful moments of my life.

I’ve always been a sucker for seeing two people committing their lives to one another. It took me 30 years of trial an error, learning and evolving to reach this place, and I can happily say that I’ve found that special person that I want to share a life with.

‘When you know you just know’.

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