|By Matthew Desrosiers - Editor | January 16, 2014
This past weekend, I went down on bended knee and asked the woman that I love to be my wife.
Her name is Ashley.
Some of you know her, but many others have only seen her referred to in my columns as the girlfriend, significant other, or – and I only did this once after the scolding I received at home – my partner.
Now I can call her my fiancé. She said yes, by the way.
It wasn’t a grand gesture proposal you see in the movies – no flash mobs or jumbo-trons. One lady who knew I was getting ready to pop the question suggested I call in the Highlands East Fire Department – of which I’m a part – to actually set a fire that spelled out ‘Marry Me’. Ashley and I would drive by in response to the call and there, surrounded by flashing lights, fire trucks, and the entire department, I would ask her. It was a great suggestion, but ultimately not ‘us’.
No, I asked her in the comfort of our home before a planned date night. She and I were sharing a moment and she smiled – that smile that she only shares with me – and I knew it was time. All my other plans went out the window. I retrieved the ring I had stored in the gun cabinet – she would never have looked there – and committed to her for the rest of my life.
In a way it was ironic that I committed to something so permanent in the midst of so much change. Both Ashley and I were in the midst of transitioning the newspapers from Sun Media and The Highlander into Maple Key Media. We were under stress and working long hours. It was the only day off we’d had since the holidays.
But that’s exactly why I did it.
I knew we were meant for each other very early in our relationship. After only a year together, she agreed to move to the Highlands with me so I could advance my career in a profession that I am truly passionate about. She has sacrificed for our relationship, and I know she has fought for us, too.
No man could ask for a better woman – not at his back, but at his side.
That’s something I learned from my parents.
They’ve been married for 35 years, and throughout that time their relationship has had ups, and more than its share of downs. Watching mom and dad tackle those challenges together has been inspiring. From financial crisis to family issues, fights, moving, job loss, and medical problems – every decision was made together, and both always looked out for the other every step of the way. They weathered the storms together.
And that’s why I proposed when I did.
With everything going on around us, as tired and rundown as we were, Ashley and I took comfort and supported each other. I didn’t need a grand gesture to show how much I valued her. That moment, those feelings, perfectly symbolized our relationship, and that’s what brought me to my knee.
We’re excited and a little nervous, and although things have changed again this week, we’re ready to face anything, together.
I love you, fiancé.
MATTHEW DESROSIERS is the editor of The Highlander and tries to find room in his house amongst the animals that have taken over his abode in Tory Hill. He thinks The Highlander’s office manager Ashley is pretty sweet, but loves all of the staff as long as they work as hard as he does. Matthew has an impressive, and kind of creepy, obsession with Star Wars. You might catch him volunteering with the HE Fire Department or covering local sport.