There I was sitting and watching the falling snow flakes from the sky through my window ..... thinking this could have been very romantic but for a couple of things - If my hubby were in the same continent as I and if I were not stuck in a Greyhound bus with 3 blown tires smack between Indianapolis and Chicago with no means of informing my friends. ( Various reasons for the incommunicado state ).
The guy in the next seat decided to become loquacious and started to tell me about himself.
He told me how he met his girlfriend and the wonderful person she was. Well .. I thought .. someone was having their romance. :) He went on to expound on her virtues for the next few minutes. And then mentioned that although he was against it when she got with a child ; he was now thankful that she had gone ahead and had had the child. His son was a joy to him and he loved him a lot.
It also made him see how difficult it was for his girlfriend to be single parent. He realized it was time he took up his responsibilities. He described in great detail his understanding of what he now needed to do with his life. That he needed to be with his son. He had to be a good father. He needed to make a stable home for the family.
So towards this he had proposed and was en route to his wedding 4 days later. Wonderful I thought ..
And then asked ... how old is your son ? 5 years came the prompt reply.
????!!!!!! ...... better late than never ??? :)