Damion and I had gone out to a wonderful little Italian Restraunt where he had proposed to me, between bites of Lasagna. I felt as if I were floating. I had not only been foolish not to believe he had loved me, but I had been selfish as well. For a long time, I could not see past my own nose, as my Grandmother used to say, about someone who was to wrapped up in themselves.
I felt like one of the Women in the Jarred commericials, you know the one's, when they are proposed to, they are wearing this beautiful ring, talking about Jarreds. their friends all squealling in delight. The next morning when Katie came over, we could have past for that commerical with Katie squealling in excitment. She must have squealled louder than I did, when I first laid my eyes on that ring, but it could have been a 25 cent child's ring, from one of those gumball machines, and I would have been excited, because it was about Damion and the fact that he loved me.
I loved Damion too, more than words could say. I dreamt that night, of wedding vows, and the possibility of Children in the future, when I asked whether or not I would be able to have children, he said that he felt that I should be able to. I wanted children, but sometimes I wondered if I would make a good Mother, I would not be able to teach my children to ride bikes or roller skate, but being a good Mother, was about far more than being able to teach your child to ride a bike or rollerskate. I knew that, but I guess sometimes it was natural to just wonder.
Whatever happened would be the Lord's will, besides we were not even married yet, if we had Children it would not be for awhile and I knew that whatever I could not teach my children, Damion would. Riding Bikes and Roller Skating, may seem important when you are little, but their was a lot more to being a parent than that.
Lord whatever your will is, when it comes to having a family let me be able to accept it.
The Monday after Damion officially proposed to me, and I accepted, I found myself back at the law offices. Proving to myself once again, as Damion had so often told me, being a good prosecuting attorney was not about being able to stand, to walk, but how well you could present a case. I smiled as I looked at a picture of Damion and I on my desk, so many things had changed in the last few months. The one thing that remained steadfast and strong was the fact that Damion and I loved each other.
I smiled looking at the picture, twisting the ring around my finger. It wasn't a nervous habit, just something to do, to admire all that the ring stood for.
To Be Continued in Chapter Ten: