Love Is Brewing

Darrell would come up to visit his dad on weekends and we were introduced by his dad. Casual talking was about the extent of our visits.

Darrell moved into his parents house this day. He came over and knocked on my door to find out what time Dollar General closed because he needed coffee. I was the nice neighbor lady and offered him a ride over to the store, so he could get his coffee. We stayed up talking late into the night, laughing and getting to know each other a little better. After a torrential rain storm and overflowing gutters, he came over and cleaned out my gutters for me. As a token of my appreciation, I took him to The Warehouse Restaurant in Roscoe Village, which was his first time ever eating there.

This was the day he proposed. He took me to our first place we ever had dinner together. We were casually talking about how we first met and how Folgers brought us together. He reached across the table and grabbed my hands and told me how much he loved me. The next thing I knew, he got up from the table, which I thought he was going to use the restroom, and walked over by my side and got down on one knee and held my hand and asked me if I would marry him. Of course I cried. I heard applause in the background and he slipped the ring on my finger.