The walk back to my parents was awkward. After Chuck asked me to marry him and I said “I don’t know” there wasn’t much left to say. We entered my parents’ house, me wondering how in the world I was going to get rid of this guy…he must be a stalker. I mean, he flew all the way from Canada…he was clearly obsessed with me. He knew where I lived. How was I going to convince him that he was not in love with me?
All of this was going through my brain as I tried in vain to fall asleep that night.
The next morning was no less awkward and the first moment we were alone Chuck said, “We need to talk”.
“Remember a couple of months ago, when I started signing my letters ‘love Chuck’?” he asked.
“Well, I wrote that because I knew then that I wanted to marry you. I never would have said ‘I love you’ or written that if that wasn’t my intention”.
“Really?” I asked; stunned. I had no idea.
“Yes,” he answered.
“Okay…well I need some time. You may have known that you were going propose, but I had no idea”.
So we continued on. We went on more walks. We went out for coffee (tea for Chuck. He didn’t drink coffee. How could I even dream of marrying a man who didn’t drink coffee?) We played chess.
I prayed and prayed hard. Was Chuck really the man for me? Was this who God wanted me to marry?
interrogated quizzed him.
“What about school? I’m heading to the University of Hawaii in the fall.”
“I’ll go with you.”
“What about work?”
“I’ll find a job there. I’ve never had any trouble finding work.”
I made a list. An old-fashioned one with a column of pros and a column of cons.
Number one, he loved Jesus.
Number two, he wanted a large family.
Number three, he had a heart for missions.
Number four, he was cute and had an adorable Canadian accent.
Number five…did I really need to go on?
I’m not even sure there was anything on my con list.
Finally, the morning of the day we were to leave my parents’ place and head back to where I lived I said the words pretty much every man dreams of hearing when he proposes to the woman he loves…
“Well…I can’t think of any reason not to marry you” I said.
“So…is that a yes?”
And that was it. I was engaged. We were engaged. We were getting married.
Now I just needed to tell my parents…And so nervously over lunch I announced, “Chuck asked me to marry him…we’d like your blessing”. I wasn’t asking for permission; just for them to be happy for us.
My parents were more stunned than I was when Chuck asked me. Over lunch my father grilled Chuck.
“What do you do for work? How much money do you make? Where are you going to live? What about Renee finishing school?” Chuck had an answer for everything…and probably made up the rest.
On the three hour drive back to my home we discussed everything. I was planning to live on campus in Hawaii…would that work if I was married? How would he find a job in Hawaii?
I told Chuck I would marry him, and I meant it…but there were still a few things I needed to clarify.
Oh man, this was awkward. Really awkward. How was I even going to say it? We hadn’t even kissed yet.
“Chuck,” I said nervously. “There’s something I need to tell you.“