The Story of My Engagement

After four years of dating on and off, Steve finally came to his senses (ha!ha!ha!) and realized two things. First, he is getting old (at 40? oh yes!!!) and more importantly, he will NEVER find another Florisse if he dilly-dallies some more. So it was October 15, 2000 when he decided to pop the question.

When I went home that day, I was at a loss for words so I let my hands do the storytelling.

That morning of October 15, 2000, I went to Time Square Church in New York to help interpret the sermon for the Deaf. I remember putting on my red wrap-around-skirt and blouse that had big white  hibiscus prints on it.

After the service, Steve and I had lunch in a hole-in-the -wall Italian restaurant called Basilica. 

As our habit after lunch, we took a walk at Central Park. When Steve suggested we ride the carriage, I felt funny because he is not  that kind of guy. He loves to walk and after dating him for four years, a carriage ride sounded fishy.  And so we got on it and not long after we got on, he asked the carriage driver to pull over, then he...

knelt down and said, "Would you be my wife?"

I zoom in: look at my eyes so big! Of course I said , "Yes!"

The people passing by clapped and cheered. Then Steve sat back with me and asked the carriage driver to resume his driving, and the horse went cloppity-clopping happily.

If you know me, you wouldn't be surprised why I have a picture of that very moment. (I never go anywhere without a camera.
Tee hee!

That was 15 years ago...and counting!