The high school play had just ended. I had thoroughly enjoyed The Happiest Millionaire, acting alongside dear friends and classmates, but it was time for a break. I was getting sick just one week out from high school graduation. Shawn and I had begun attending his church together back in the fall, and I had even become the church pianist. But that Sunday in May, my body opted to sleep . . .
That afternoon, Shawn came over to spend some time with me. After a while, he asked me if I would like to go by the church. He had some paperwork to handle, and he knew that I liked to practice on the church piano. I agreed. He told me to get ready while he swung by his house to pick up something. Before we left, he questioned me about what I was wearing.
"Don't you want to put a skirt on?"
"Uh, no . . . Not really."
He never questioned how I was dressed, and our church isn't the fussy type. If someone saw me entering the church in lounge pants, they wouldn't think anything of it. It was my favorite pair of black Danskin pants, and my favorite stretchy t-shirt, and I was getting sick! Despite the look on his face, and his goofy excuses as to why he asked such a question, I kept wearing my comfy clothes.
When we entered the church, he started working on paperwork first.
I quickly got restless, and he asked if I wanted to play the piano. I readily agreed. I was scheduled to play an arrangement of "Wayfaring Stranger" on the bass for my high school graduation the following weekend, and wasn't sure if Shawn had ever heard that tune. I let my fingers glide over the keys, relishing the sound of a piano in an empty space.
"Have you heard that song before, honey?"
"No . . . "
"Do you like it?"
"Yeah, I've never heard it before, but I like it. Play it again."
The simple melody began to fill the room once more. But several phrases into the song . . .
" Mellie?" he called me by my pet name.
I spun around on the piano bench.
"Yes?"
He was down on one knee with the most beautiful ring I'd ever seen. Light was streaming in from the window, and our pastor rode by on a lawnmower. I wish I could have frozen that moment.
"Mellie, will you marry me?"
"Are you serious? Are you serious???"
"Yes!"
"Yes, of course!"
As soon as he slipped the beautiful ring onto my finger, I bent down to hug him as tightly as I could. We couldn't wait to tell everyone we were officially engaged.
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I hope you enjoyed our engagement story. I would love to hear yours as well! Feel free to post in the comments below.
Thanks for reading,
Keep living joyfully,
Melody Maynard
That afternoon, Shawn came over to spend some time with me. After a while, he asked me if I would like to go by the church. He had some paperwork to handle, and he knew that I liked to practice on the church piano. I agreed. He told me to get ready while he swung by his house to pick up something. Before we left, he questioned me about what I was wearing.
"Don't you want to put a skirt on?"
"Uh, no . . . Not really."
He never questioned how I was dressed, and our church isn't the fussy type. If someone saw me entering the church in lounge pants, they wouldn't think anything of it. It was my favorite pair of black Danskin pants, and my favorite stretchy t-shirt, and I was getting sick! Despite the look on his face, and his goofy excuses as to why he asked such a question, I kept wearing my comfy clothes.
When we entered the church, he started working on paperwork first.
I quickly got restless, and he asked if I wanted to play the piano. I readily agreed. I was scheduled to play an arrangement of "Wayfaring Stranger" on the bass for my high school graduation the following weekend, and wasn't sure if Shawn had ever heard that tune. I let my fingers glide over the keys, relishing the sound of a piano in an empty space.
"Have you heard that song before, honey?"
"No . . . "
"Do you like it?"
"Yeah, I've never heard it before, but I like it. Play it again."
The simple melody began to fill the room once more. But several phrases into the song . . .
" Mellie?" he called me by my pet name.
I spun around on the piano bench.
"Yes?"
He was down on one knee with the most beautiful ring I'd ever seen. Light was streaming in from the window, and our pastor rode by on a lawnmower. I wish I could have frozen that moment.
"Mellie, will you marry me?"
"Are you serious? Are you serious???"
"Yes!"
"Yes, of course!"
As soon as he slipped the beautiful ring onto my finger, I bent down to hug him as tightly as I could. We couldn't wait to tell everyone we were officially engaged.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
I hope you enjoyed our engagement story. I would love to hear yours as well! Feel free to post in the comments below.
Thanks for reading,
Keep living joyfully,
Melody Maynard