One day when we were just dating he randomly stopped in our conversation and said, “You know I’m going to marry you one day, right?”
I laughed it off thinking ‘how could he say that if we just started dating?’
Time goes by and I just know that he was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, thinking ‘he was right.’
He asked me to marry him and told me “I’m going to do everything to make you the happiest and give you the wedding of your dreams.”
I giggled. He asked me why I was laughing, and I said “I’ve always dreamt of having fireworks at my wedding, but I know that it’s a far fetched idea and I want you to know that just marrying you will be enough.”
He went on deployment, and I had to do all the wedding planning on my own.
The little bit of time we got to talk he always sounded so guilty for not being able to help, but assured me that he would do as much as possible when he got back and that he wanted everything to be perfect.
On our wedding reception we were dancing in a line to the train song (him and I in the front of the line), when before you know it almost all our guests are in our dancing train, the DJ opens the doors and leads the train outside to two chairs. I started asking him,”Wait what’s going on?”
Then fireworks start to burst in the sky.
“You said you wanted fireworks,” said my husband, “you got them.”