A Pinetop Fairy Tale

Gosh guys, I'm so excited. I cannot believe this is real life. God is so good! And I know you might get tired of the mushy-gushy, but I'm going to pretend that you guys like this stuff as much as I do. So today's post is a love story, a real life fairy tale perhaps.

The first time I met Cameron I looked him up and down and considered his potential. He was tall, good-looking, kind, and wearing a big coat with a fuzzy hood. He had potential. It was a few months before we really got to know each other. I was mean. He was sweet. I considered liking him then decided not to. He loved me with consistency. I decided to give him a chance. Two weeks later we were madly in love with each other. We both told our parents a week after we started dating that we had found the one.

He proposed at least three times in the course of our dating life. The first time we had only been dating for 2 weeks. We were in the car when he told me that he had "never been more sure of anything in his life" and he "wanted to be with me forever." I took a deep breath and didn't respond. The second time was a few months in. We were driving down to the reservation in the ministry vehicle when he asked if I would marry him within the month so I could have good health insurance if he got a new job (no joke). "Did you just propose to me in the AYM van on the way to work??" I laughed. He looked sheepish. I told him he was crazy.

The third time and final time we were in Scotland. We had caught a ride with some locals over to my family's ancestral castle in the northern highlands. It was a fairy-tale of a place. The castle was right on the coast and looked like something from Cinderella. We were in awe of our surroundings. I was hoping that today would be the day but I wasn't sure. Every time he reached for his phone in his pocket to take pictures my heart would jump, but each time was a false alarm. I considered pretend proposing to him in a tunnel we found in the gardens but thought better of it. As we walked through the gardens one final time he suggested we sit down. He wasn't quite ready to leave yet and wanted to gaze at the castle a while longer. I refused to sit down on the wet bench. He insisted. I sat.


"I've loved you for a long time now, even if you didn't always love me back at first." He smiled as he spoke the words. It felt like proposal talk so I replied with some words I don't remember and he went silent. I had thought he was going to propose but he just stared at the castle silently and nervously. I think I messed up his plan by talking back. He hadn't prepared for that. He was so nervous. Slightly confused by his deep desire to stare at the castle I suggested that we leave to walk the beach. He suggested we walk into the gardens. As we stopped by the fountain he looked around nervously. I gave him a hug and after a minute he looked down at me to say. . .

"So?"

"So??" I thought, "So what??"

But in just a moment he was down on one knee, like the knight in a fairy tale. He finished his sentence,

"Will you marry me?"

This time it was for real. I began to cry (naturally). I swear I said yes but neither of us are sure if any words made it out of my mouth. He slipped the ring on my finger asking, "Is this the right finger?" I smiled. I had never been happier in my entire life. He confessed his love for me as I swore to love him for the rest of his life. It was my very own fairy tale. My knight in shining under armour had come to save me from the woods of Pinetop. He had ridden in on a white jeep and swept me off my feet with chivalry and bad dancing. He made me laugh. He made me feel like royalty.



As we walked along the beach I thought about the fact that I get to spend the rest of my years with this man beside me. And I realized that no matter our ups and downs, this was the best fairy tale I had ever read in my life.