Robert expected stony silence. “Sir, I should have come to you sooner. I’m in love with your daughter. I’ve come to ask you for her hand in marriage.” Katie stepped closer and he put his arm around her.
“I promise to take good care of her, sir. I’ll do anything to make her happy.”
“He does make me happy, Daddy,” Katie added. “And when he told me he wanted to come talk to you today… well, I knew this was right.”
“I know we only met the one time,” Robert continued, “and I regret we didn’t get to know each other better. Katie and I have known each other a long time though. We didn’t make this decision quickly or lightly.
“I have a good job and I own my house — well, me and the bank do — and it’s close by. I’m not wanting to take her away from you and the rest of the family. I love her more than anything and we want to spend the rest of our lives together. We both really want your consent, sir.”
He faced Katie and wiped a tear from her cheek. “Anything else?”
“No. Thank you so much for doing this.” And with that they turned from her father’s grave and walked hand-in-hand to start their life together.
Reduce, Reuse, Recycle: I first posted this in February 2010 and it is an essentially true account of an experience of a woman I worked with at the time. Two weeks ago she finally tied the knot with that fellow. The ceremony was on the campus of the school where we taught (and where she still teaches), just a few blocks from where the horrible mass shooting took place in Orlando a week earlier. Love endures.