Jamie and I had been in a relationship for a long time, and once again I found myself looking for an opportunity to sit down with Jamie’s dad to ask permission of him. This time it was to ask for his permission to ask for his daughter’s hand in marriage. It was a one of a kind conversation, and had it’s fair share of humor in the brief exchange.
It was mother’s day 2010, and Jamie and I drove to Lake Floyd to spend a little time with her parents. I was praying for the right time to ask her dad, and for an opportunity, but I knew that much of my summer I would be out of town and traveling. I had a 5-10 minute window on Sunday morning before church while Jamie was taking a a shower, so I took my opportunity.
“Hey Les, could I talk to you for a minute”
“Sure”
We sat down in the living room, and I started.
“I’ve never done this before, and I hope I never have to do this again”--masterfully eloquent I know.
We both laughed a little bit, and I continued, “but I’d like to ask your permission to ask Jamie to marry me.”
“Sure. Kim and I felt like we might have this conversation soon. When were you thinking about asking her?”
“I was thinking sometime over the next month or two. I’m going to be meeting with a friend tonight who is a gem cutter about possible rings and gemstones.”
“When were you thinking about a wedding date?”
“I was thinking sometime next May or June, after she finishes her Master’s degree.”
“Well what if she says no?”
“I never thought about that, that’s a good question!”
“You know nobody bats 1.000 right?”
We both laughed, and I told him my plans for asking her. He asked me to let me know if there was anything he and his wife could do to assist.
And then Jamie came out of the shower and we all drove to South Ridge Church. Les told his wife about our conversation, but Jamie would have to remain in the dark for a few more weeks . . .
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