Being a Story-Teller

Every day in our lives is an adventure. Every day comes with a story. Some aren’t great; I’m not sure how many people would be interested in hearing about how you went to work, got gas to fill up your car, ate dinner and went to bed, with pretty much the same routine every day. But sometimes there are stories that are different, stories that deserve, even demand, to be told.

One of these stories: how I asked my now-fiance, eventual husband (whoa, wait, that’s scary), to marry me.

I’m not going to tell it here, because this is neither the time nor the place for that. But I think it’s interesting that people can have these stories deep down that you may never know about, and then all of a sudden, one day, boom — they have a reason to tell it.

I went to visit my old boss at work a few days ago. He knew that I was engaged, but it had been a while since we’d gotten a chance to catch up. He asked me how my fiance did it and said something along the lines of “Now it’s your turn to plan the wedding since he planned the proposal!” and I got to say “Actually…………”

I fumbled with the story a little bit, because while I’ve told it a few times to a small handful of people, it’s not widespread. His response? That it was awesome, and that I should “practice telling it, because years down the line, you’re still going to be telling it.” It was simple, but I thought that was pretty powerful. It’s crazy to think that when we’re celebrating our ten-year anniversary, we could still be meeting new people who might ask us about how it all got started. How someday if we have children, they might ask “How did Dad ask you to marry him?” and I’ll say “I asked him first! It was great!” How someday even our grandchildren could ask that question — and it’s up to me, up to us, to be the storytellers.

I guess my point in all this is that you never know what story someone has inside them… and I think that’s a pretty damn powerful thing.


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