Proposal
Narrative
from Justin Holley to Ali
HOW I PROPOSED…
I still nearly tear up, in a
wonderfully heartfelt sort of way, each time I remember
back to Christmas time of this past year. Upon further
pondering, this phenomenon most certainly has more to do
with Alicia Grivno (my beautiful future bride) than my
own actions. No amount of planning on my part could
have compared to how I feel for her, but here is our
story nonetheless:
To get to the end of this
story I must briefly start you out somewhere before the
beginning. This, sometime before the beginning,
happened to be Thanksgiving at Ali’s parent’s house in
Ada, MN. I had already made up my mind that Ali was the
woman I wanted to spend the rest of my days with, but
asking her father for her hand was an entirely different
matter. Luckily for me, he and I both have a habit of
being up and about by six in the morning and with sweaty
palms and a bit of stammering I managed to get a thumbs
up and a smile - no verbal exchange was needed. Next
came the easy part.
Over the course of the next
few weeks I put my plans in motion. First came the
ordering of the custom engagement ring. I was so
nervous that it would not be done on time, but true to
their word, Ken K. Thompson delivered a beautiful,
sparkling band that truly deserved to sit on the finger
of my beloved. What came next took a little more
pondering. I knew what I wanted to accomplish and how,
but getting it just so would prove tricky. It was all
about the timing and there was little room for error, so
first was a visit to the hardware store where I
purchased an outdoor remote and several strings of
outdoor Christmas lights (it was the season after all).
Next I found a nice size “Christmas tree” in my back
yard and shoveled a wide path to it through the snow
with a place next to the tree wide enough for what I
planned to do. I then strung the lights, which you can
take my word for was an adventure - on several occasions
I was afraid that I may be in the hospital rather than
proposing. Albeit an adventure, a few scrapes and
bruises later I had a lit tree that I was happy with. I
lastly plugged the extension cord into the remote sensor
and, like magic; I had an outdoor “Christmas tree” that
would light upon a touch of my finger. I still had a
few days before the big event and during that time I
wrote a poem that would say the words that I knew would
be difficult to produce on the spur of the moment. I
also devised what I would say to lure Ali outside, into
my back yard, in the dark – a challenge in itself. Then
the big day finally came:
Let me start off by saying
that I was nervous. My stomach churned all day, but if
I was going to pull this off as a complete surprise
(please keep in mind that Ali is a mental health
therapist) I had to be on top of my game. Ali, who
lives in Detroit Lakes, met me at Keith’s pizza on the
Southside of town. Through the meal my mind was
elsewhere, but I must have pulled off the illusion of
casual conversation because she never noticed my
anxiety. Even today she would tell you that I was “as
cool as the other side of the pillow” when inside I was
sweating like a pipe in one hundred percent humidity.
We then drove to my house and got her bags unpacked.
She informed me at this time that she still had
Christmas cards to write out and needed to do it
immediately. I was so impatient – didn’t she know that
I had something even more special to do? By this time I
was about to explode. Despite my eagerness, by about
eight-thirty Ali had finished with her cards and I asked
her if she would care to go for a walk. Her reply was;
“in the dark?” Now I knew that Ali was scared of the
dark and that this could be an issue, so I thought
quickly and did what any American boy would do – I
lied. I responded with; “my stomach hurts and I could
sure use a walk… and the company”. She gave me that
look that said, “Do I really need to go with?” In the
end though she came willingly enough and we set out on
our “walk”. We go for walks often and usually down the
drive way, so as you may expect, Ali heads down the
driveway. She was already leery of the dark, but
probably a bit more so as I suggested we take the nice
path that I had shoveled to the back yard. Her first
question was; “Why did you shovel a path?” I muttered
something about having attempted to shovel down and make
a skating rink as I started down the path hoping there
would be no more questions. Luckily there wasn’t, so
armed with a ring in one coat pocket and a remote and
poem in the other I walked with my girl down the path to
the dark back yard. We talked about many things that I
can’t quite remember, but when we finally reached “the
tree” I managed to hit the remote and “the tree” lit up
perfectly. While Ali was still pleasantly shocked and
the lights danced in her beautiful blue eyes, I removed
the poem from my pocket and asked her if I could read
her a Christmas poem. She nodded her consent and I
read. The last line was the proposal, but I never made
it that far. As I uttered the last words and produced
the ring from my pocket Ali was already kissing me and
saying yes. Then, as the snow fell gently around us, my
trail camera went off to capture the moment for
posterity – one we will always cherish.
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