Monday, February 9, 2009

A Love Story chapter 4 ~ The Proposal!

Spring had come. The sun was warm, the flowers were popping up all over campus and I was in love! In the midst of all of this glory I had a problem. There were only two weeks left of school. When the fateful day came, Dee would go south to Flagstaff where his father had just started coaching at N.A.U. and I would head north...back home to the cows. We would be about 15 hours apart! To add to my stress, I had been called as one of the ward Relief Society Presidents for the next school year. (We had two Relief Societies in our ward.) I was committed to return and Dee told me he would be there to support me. Bishop J. had told me privately that if Dee got brave and wanted our lives to take a new direction he would support us gladly. I didn't think that would happen though. Dee was giving no sign of an impending, life altering question being asked.

Meanwhile, Dee was in turmoil. He felt that he should marry me but didn't want to interfere with my new calling (!) so he designed a little test for himself. He prayed that if he were to marry me sooner rather than later that he would be able to meet my father and ask for my hand. He knew this was very unlikely. Who gets up one morning and leaves all of those cows and all of that milk to drive five hours to see a daughter who would be home in a few weeks?! George Ellsworth, that's who!

"Helen, I think we should go visit Marianne," my father said as he came in for breakfast one morning. It was a bit strange, yes, but he felt strongly about it...imagine that! So, they packed up the car for a weekend trip and called to tell me they were coming. I thought this was very fun news and was excited for them to meet my handsome Dee. How could I have known when I called to tell him the news that I'd put him into an emotional tailspin! He was immediatley on the phone to get advice from a well respected Stake President in Roosevelt, Utah. He had spent nine months of his mission there and loved the Bellon family like his own. (I might point out here that he called Pres. Bellon because his own family did not know that I existed...he'll have to explain that one!) Sister Bellon cried because she had always hoped that Dee would marry her own daughter, and Pres. Bellon laughed and told him to just be brave and straightforward with my father.

My parents arrived that afternoon and my Dad had my roommates all laughing within minutes! We visited for awhile and loaded some of my things into their car so I wouldn't have so much to haul home later. We had made a date with Dee for dinner that evening and were waiting for his arrival. I couldn't understand why he was so nervous as I introduced him to my down-to-earth parents. We had a nice dinner at Marie Callender's in Orem and returned to my apartment afterward. We talked some more and suddenly Dee was all business. He asked me if I could have all of my roommates go into the back of the apartment for a few minutes. "This is strange," I thought as I asked the girls to retreat and closed the door to the bedroom area. Dee was sitting between my Mom and me on the sofa and my father was seated facing us. I had propped myself up comfortably on one foot with my arm across the back of Dee's shoulders. The next few minutes went like this...

Dee: "Brother Ellsworth, I want you to know that I love your daughter."


Dad: "I know you do son. We appreciate how you treat her. From everything she tells us you are a good young man and I can see that for myself, ...blah, blah blah...


Mom: "George! Be quiet! Can't you see he is trying to talk?!"


Dad: I know that Helen! I'm just trying to make him more comfortable!"


Mom: "Well, let him talk!"



My parents had already picked up on the vibe that was just now starting to hit me. My grip on Dee's arm unconsciously tightened.

Dee: "Well. I love your daughter very much...and...I'd like...uh...your permission to...marry her.

Several things happened simultaneously. My head began to swim, my mother started to cry, I cut off the circulation in Dee's arm (really, I did!), my Dad began to answer (I had no idea what he was saying), and my cute little roommate Wanda shot like a rocket from our kitchen to the bedroom area! I had missed her in the roommate round-up! Screams then errupted from the back of apt. #28. My parents hugged and kissed us then excused themselves to turn in for the night at their motel. My roommates stormed us with squeals of delight while I was trying to pull myself out of this daze I was in! I was happy, yes, but a bit startled. Was I engaged? Did my sweetheart just propose to me or to my father?! Was this real?

We took a walk to apt. #11 to tell Dee's roommates our good news. There was much back slapping and congratulations all around. Then he took me outside to walk me home. He stopped under a big pine tree on the corner of our building and turned to face me. Taking my hands in his he asked,

"Are you happy, Marianne?"


"Of Course I am!"



"Well, I had better do this the right way...I love you Marianne. Will you marry me?"

So there, on the corner of 200 East and 600 North in Provo, Utah my life changed forever. I have never been happier than I am today. That is my love story but it is not over... and it never will be!


6 comments:

Kristan said...

I can just see Grandma and Grandpa doing that! Wes and I have been lurking on here to read your story. It is so sweet.

Edwin & Tamara said...

Yep sounds like grandpa and grandma for sure. Love it love it love it.

Marianne said...

Well, hello Wes and Kristan! No more lurking here! You are out in the light! I am so glad to know you have a blog page. I will be checking in to see how your little ones are growing!

URFAVE5 said...

I love the love story! Very sweet! I can totally see Grandpa and Grandma saying and doing all of that! I'm so glad that you shared that sweet story and I'm so glad that the love story continues on!
Love you, JoLynn

Helen Ellsworth said...

Marianne, How sweet. I am near tears right now. How I wish Daddy were here to read about it. But more than that just so I could feel his touch just once more. That can't be for me but I am so happy for you and Dee that you are still together and hope that you have as many happy years as we did. It makes my heart sing to see how happy my kids are. I love you all more than you will ever know. Mom

Helen Ellsworth said...

Wes and Kristan; You can't begin to imagine how happy I was to see your comments. It is like yhe lost is found. You have been in Idaho for so long I don't even know your lasdt two. And sweet Emma has probably forgotten me. I feel like I really should hop a plane and come and visit one of these days. Maybe I will. In the meantime send me a message on Gena's Blog. Yoy could als let me have your email address. I would love to hear all about your life and about the kids. Love you lot's Grandma