Posted by: Emily Schmutz Garcia | November 6, 2010

12 Dozen Roses

On the morning of July 1st, 2010, I woke up very early. I was flying to Texas with my boyfriend, David J. Garcia, for his grandparents’ 60th wedding anniversary party. The flight didn’t leave until 4pm, but I was planning on working an 8-hour day before that, which meant getting to the office at 6am. The plan was to leave my house, all packed, by 5:45am.

I was running late. I sent my mom out to the car at around 6:45am. I walked out the door a little before 7 with my purse, my massive Rick Steve’s traveling backpack with mind set on trying to figure out what I was forgetting. Also, the backpack was heavy-I wanted to get to the car so I could take it off.

I thought I noticed something out of the corner of my left eye, but dismissed it. I started heading straight down the sidewalk for the car, when I checked my left side and noticed something. There was David, standing in the driveway. I was lucky I didn’t scream. He startled me and I wasn’t completely awake yet. Weird. Really nice to see him, but I wasn’t planning on seeing him until around 2pm, when my sister and I would be picking him up. I decided I would properly greet him once I put the backpack down.

My mom had already opened the trunk of her car, and was waiting in the front seat. I set the backpack down and then turned around to properly greet my Sweetie. It was really nice to see him; I had missed him. It had only been two days or less since I had seen him, but I had still missed him. I was anxious to feel his reassuring hug, when I realized that he was holding something in his hands.

The fact that I had somehow missed 12 dozen roses up to this point is kind of odd, but somehow, I honestly had no idea that he even had flowers in his hands until I went to hug him. The good news is that the 12 dozen, long-stemmed, red roses did not impede his ability to give me a proper hug. I think he might have been wondering why I was ignoring him, but I honestly just hadn’t noticed.

This was a delightful surprise. David and 12 dozen roses-kind of odd timing wise, since we both had to be at work about 5 minutes before, but lovely all the same. I was beginning to wonder how I was going to put all of these roses in water. I went to show my mommy my beautiful flowers when David said, “Guess what?”

I was kind of clueless, but a hurricane had been heading towards Texas, but on the news that morning, it had been downgraded to a tropical storm, so I made that my guess.

“The hurricane has been downgraded to a tropical storm!”

“No! You don’t have to go to work today.”

I was really on top of things this morning, “huh?”

“You have the day off! I talked to Tara and made sure it was okay with your boss, you aren’t going to work today. I decided we should start this vacation off properly.”

Wow! That just made my life so sweet. No work. I wasn’t late anymore. I didn’t have to race off to sit and stare at a computer and try to concentrate for the next 8 hours-how simply marvelous! It was at this point, my mom said, “okay, I’m going back to bed then.”

David and I managed to find vases for all 12 dozen of the roses-luckily between my sister, brother-in-law and myself, we had enough-though I’m pretty sure we used every vase in the house. The roses were gorgeous! David asked if I had breakfast yet. I said no, and he said, “excellent, let’s go have breakfast on the beach.” Sweetness.

David had taken me for breakfast on the beach before, we had juice and muffins in the car, whilst overlooking Corona Del Mar-the best beach in the world. I assumed it would be another breakfast along those lines. Then he said, “how do we get to The Beach House?” I had mentioned this restaurant a few times. They have great breakfasts and you can eat right over the water. Awesome!

We made our way there and decided to split the granola french toast and Laguna omelet. So delicious! This was such a lovely way to start a trip. We had both been super busy lately and life had been kind of crazy. David mentioned that he thought we needed to rest a bit and start this vacation off properly. I just got 12 dozen roses and an amazing breakfast while listening and watching the waves roll in-life doesn’t get much sweeter.

I have a tendency to panic about time. David asked what time we were originally planning on leaving for the airport-I said 2pm. He said to take my time, we had nowhere to be and could just relax. For some strange reason, I believed him and just enjoyed breakfast and the amazing view-the ocean has a calming influence over me.

After breakfast, we headed back towards my house. Once again, usually I am very, “what are we doing next, and what are we doing after that?” Today, I decided to just go with the flow-seriously, not my nature. When we got to Marguerite Ave., David said, oh, we should turn here. So he turned towards Corona Del Mar. He said he thought we should take a walk. I really like walking and I love Corona Del Mar-so a walk on my favorite beach sounded perfect.

We got out and made our way down to the beach. He started heading for the jetti. I think it was around this point, well, actually when he turned on Marguerite, that I thought that he would probably be proposing to me. It didn’t sink in until after we had walked to the end of the jetti. (Side note-my parents’ first date was walking to the end of this very same jetti and when I returned home from my mission to England, I realized that I would love to be proposed to at the end of the jetti-since that was how my family started, I figured it would be a good place to start a new one.)

We managed to make our way all the way to the end-I hadn’t walked to the end of the jetti since high school and I think this was David’s first time. There were a lot seagulls. Apparently people don’t walk to the end as often as they used to.

No matter. We got to the end and David pulled out his camera. There is a nice concrete square at the end. He set his camera up to take a picture of us. As he was returning he started to talk about his Grandaddy. He said that he had talked to him recently and was talking about how good his grandparents looked on their 60th party announcement. They had a picture on the front of when they were married and then a recent photo on the inside. David was saying how he told them that they looked the same. He said that his Grandaddy said, “I don’t, I’m an old man; but your Granny does. She has the same beautiful smile.”

David continued, “You have a beautiful smile. I love your smile and will love your smile forever.”

Then he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. I got down on my knees and hugged him and said “Yes!” He pulled out a box from his pocket and inside the box was my great-grandmother’s ring. He put it on my finger and it fit perfectly. He had gotten it sized for me. It was perfect. Actually the whole morning had been perfect. What more could you ask for?

A nap-done! We returned to my house and had enough time for a short nap on the couch. David had gotten some bird poop on the sleeve of his shirt while he had been setting up his camera-so we did a quick load of laundry before we made our way to the airport. My mom and sister were home and were very excited to see the ring. I called my dad to tell him and we waited to share the news with anyone else since we would be seeing his family that night and could tell them in person.

It really turned out to be just the perfect day. No work, 12 dozen roses, a divine breakfast on the beach, a walk on the jetti, the perfect proposal and a nap. Life doesn’t get much better than that, at least not this month.

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Responses

  1. So cool! thanks for sharing. Sounds like your hubby and mine went to the same classes on romancing before they proposed to us. Isn’t married life awesome… now that you have over a month of it under your belt? 😉

    • It is awesome! Thanks for commenting. Hope all is going well. Cheers.

  2. Such a beautiful story and totally made me cry, I loved reading it. Thanks for sharing.


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