I met my husband on February 15. So it is close to Valentine's Day.
We married on May 22nd - my birthday.
My husband said that was a good day because a local restaurant gave you a free birthday meal, so he thought he was getting away with not having to pay for an anniversary meal. That is not the love story though.
We got engaged in April. We have a park that is very, very old and is called Conrad's Park. There are two sides to the park, and on the east side of the park, there are two trees close together with a bench that is attached between the two trees. (I hope you are understanding what I am trying to describe, because it is really unique).
The day we were engaged, my husband drove me to the east side of the Island park. He found the tree with the bench between it, asked me to get out of the car. Sat me down on the bench, and then proposed to me. He then told me a story about that being the bench where his father proposed to his mother. I thought that was so romantic.
We got back in the car and drove a little bit, and lo and behold, there was another two trees with a bench between it. He asked me to get out of the car again. Once again he proposed to me. I thought, how sweet. He wants to make sure he gets the right bench.
We got back in the car and drove again, and, you guessed it! Found another two trees with a bench. Once again I got out of the car and he proposed. This happened two or three more times before we got out of the park.
Then we went to his parents house. He was telling his parents that we had just gotten engaged. After the congratulations were over, he said to his dad "Pops, guess where I proposed to her?" His dad "I don't know. Where, son?" "On the same bench that you proposed to mom." "No, son, you couldn't have." My husband's jaw drops as he asked his dad why.
His dad tells him slowly, "Because they cut those two trees down a long time ago and put in a road".
My husband was so disappointed, but I was proud of him for trying to be romantic.
We laugh today when we tell the story.