Overwhelmed with Joy….


You ever been so happy that you just cry

You reach that point where tears of joy take over your body

The room filled with darkness

Then her smile made it bright

There was a twinkle in her eyes

And he was right there in her sight

Smiling right back at her

Silence between the two

But deep conversations were shared mentally

Stimulating each other’s mind

Nevermind the time

Because this moment has to last forever


This light is taking forever. (Looking out the corner of her eye) Why is this guy staring at me?

(Driver blows horn)

Don’t look, don’t look. If I don’t look, he’ll just drive away. Finally green light. Is he really following me? Ok, maybe something’s wrong with my truck and he’s trying to tell me.

(Pulling into the parking)

I know this seems creepy, but there was no way I was going to let you get away without telling you how beautiful you are.

Yes, this is very so much creepy, but thank you.

I’m Marcus, he said. (Reaching his hand out hoping to touch her beautiful skin)

Hi Marcus, I’m Monica. (Giving him a little smirk)

Nice to meet you Monica. It’s a lovely day, do you have plans after you leave this store?

I’m pretty sure I can find something to do to occupy my time, she stated.

You have a sense of humor, I like that. I would love to take you out for breakfast and get to know the woman behind that beautiful smile.

He’s lucky I really don’t have anything to do. I could use some breakfast because I didn’t eat much this morning. Where to Mr.?

You wanna follow me or ride along, he asked?

He has a really nice car. Can I just drive your car? You can go eat by yourself. I’ll follow you, she said.

The two dwelled in conversation, sharing laughs, and bites of each other’s meal.

What would you like to do now Ms. Monica?

I don’t know. Oh wait, I have something we can do. But it has to be a surprise.

Surprises already huh?

I think you’ll enjoy it. Meet me at the Michael’s up the road, please.

He had no clue of what to expect, but was excited to spend more time with her.

After doing a little shopping, the two set up shop at a local park.

Since you like to paint, I thought it would be nice if we painted in the park. (She smiled and watched his reaction)

Hours went by and they painted two pieces. There was more paint on them than the actual paper. As the sun settled directly above them, they decided to find some shade.

Every Tuesday for the next three months, the couple would visit the park and paint. They painted the sky, bugs in the grass, people around them, and even portraits of each other. He enjoyed painting her more than anything else.

Did you pack everything?

Yes, I believe so. My plane leaves at 9:30am. I should arrive no later than 2pm. I’ll call you as soon as I get to the hotel.

(Tears filling her eyes, causing her vision to become blurry)

I don’t think I will ever get used to these trips you have to take.

I know baby. Soon I’ll be able to take you with me.

(Kisses are shared and he wipes the tears from her eyes)

She hated when he had to leave. His career forced him to travel weeks at a time. Although they used technology to communicate often, it wasn’t the same. He was missing her touch. She missed his scent.

10:54pm, her phone rang. It was Marcus friend Kevin.

Why is Kevin calling me this late?

Hey, Monica it’s me Kev. Sorry to disturb but I have some bad news.

Already about to start crying, she ask what was going on?

It’s a long story but Marcus was trying to surprise you by coming home a couple days early. I needed help with a situation so he came to pick me up.

She knew something bad had happened and just wanted him to get on with the story.

We were driving down Onion Creek when a trucker lost control of his trailer. We had a head on collision. Marcus is in the hospital. He’s in bad condition.

Unable to comprehend what was going on, Monica broke down.

Monica, I’m so sorry. If I didn’t call him, he would be home with you right now. I’m so sorry.

Silence filled the phone lines.

She didn’t know what to expect as she walked into the hospital room.

(machines beeping)

The doctor entered the room to inform Monica of Marcus injuries.

Mrs. Austin….
Mrs. Austin….

(turning to face the doctor)

Hi, I’m Dr. Wright. Your husband got banged up pretty bad. But he’s going to be fine.

Oh we’re not married, she said.

My apologizes, stated the Dr.

Will he be able to run again?

A couple months of physical therapy and he’ll be right back at it. He’s a fighter. I’ve watched him run and I know he has it in him to get back on his feet.

Months went by and things were getting easier for Marcus. He wore braces for some time and temporarily used a walker.

The couple had been together for a little over a year now. Monica did everything she could to help Marcus have a smooth recovery. He really appreciated her for being by his side.

After having a long day at work, Monica just wanted to go home and sleep. She walked inside the house wondering where Marcus could be. There was a note on the kitchen counter that read, “Your bath water is ready”. She proceeded to the bathroom and found another note. “ After you finish here, come have dinner with me. Your driver will be here by 7:30pm.” Still wondering where he was, she just followed instructions.

What was he planning?

Arriving at one of her favorite Italian restaurants, she was seated at a table near the window.

Moments later she saw Marcus walk across the restaurant holding flowers in one hand and a bag in another.

Omg he’s walking, she exclaimed!

Before she could even speak, Marcus had dropped down to one knee.

Monica Alexandria Madison, you are the love of my life. Words can not express how much I appreciate everything you do for me. This past year has been a real test for the both of us. Will you please do me the honor of being Mrs. Austin?

Overwhelmed with joy, she was able to gather her words.

I would love to be Mrs. Austin!

You can read the sequel to this story here. The couple take a road trip as newlyweds.

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