Anything can happen. I really believe that. I’m up for exceptions to just about any rule—except for three things: death, taxes, and August in Texas.
You can count on needing to find shade. Where you eat some Bluebell Homemade Vanilla and watermelon. Then run through the sprinkler.
August is when you change your mind about going out to the The Globe to watch the Rangers make a run for the second wildcard—even though they are giving away a really cool Texas Rangers Alarm Clock to the first 10,000 fans crazy enough to brave the scorching, 100º afternoon game (bring your own dogs, cook ‘em on the seats).
August. The most miserable, the most predictable month on the calendar. There just isn’t much surprising about August.
Unless you’re in love.
That changes everything.
Last weekend, John asked Lauren and me to come down to the (sweltering) Dallas Arboretum to record his “surprise” proposal to our sweet Rosalyn. Lauren and I got there a bit early, hid at the end of what we call “Frog Alley,” and waited. I had my camera and was fully prepared to snap a great shot—but I failed to allow for one thing: it’s “dollar-month” at the Arboretum. So Frog Alley was absolutely packed with dollar-day patrons. As you can see below from the one semi-decent photo I took of the actual proposal, a couple decided to stop and watch.
Right. In. Front. Of. Me.
Thankfully, they also recorded the event and sent Ollie and John the pics they had taken with their iPhone.
It doesn’t matter if it’s 110º in the shade—if it’s dollar-day at the Arboretum, by gum, Dallas is there!
We haven’ t seen Rosalyn that happy in a long time. It was as if she finally could surrender her heart to a man who loves her with all of his.
And surprised?! Nope. Not for a minute. Ollie had it all figured out. There were too many “tells” along the way that added up to “today’s the day.” She was so confident that John was up to something, that on their drive to the Arboretum, she texted her best friend, Elizabeth, to let her know she thought John was about to pop the question!
We were so proud of ourselves, thinking we had taken every precaution.
And we were the ones who were surprised!
There isn’t much that’s as predictable as August in Texas. Of course, I should have seen this coming. Because when we think we’ve got things pretty well figured out, that’s when the Lord delights in surprising us.
Oh, and today they bought their dream house.
So, I turn on the Weather Channel—could be a norther headed this way.
Because it’s August. And anything can happen.