Spunky Finds a Home
Our story begins ten years ago at an Aahs in Santa Monica.
I was looking for a gift for my roommate. I got him a rainbow-colored lizard beanie baby. I felt bad getting only one item (I'm weird that way), so I looked for another thing to buy. That's when I saw Spunky.
Spunky is a cocker spaniel beanie baby, and just plain adorable. I thought that if I ever had a girlfriend, and if she meant that much to me, I would give her Spunky. And my girlfriend would say, "OMG I love him so much!!!" She would fall madly in love with me and...yeah.
*Spunky, left. Me passed out from too many margaritas, right.*
Spunky would sit on my bookshelf for the next eight years. Girls would enter my life, then leave. Nobody came close to being Spunky-worthy. When I moved from my apartment to my townhouse, Spunky was packed in a box, collecting dust and shame.
Our story skips ahead to last Saturday. K and I were set to drive down to San Diego for my Mom's birthday. As I was ready to head out, I had a strong feeling come over me. A voice ran through my head as clear as day: "Find Spunky."
Spunky lay in an open cardboard box in my closet. I stuffed him in my backpack, along with the ring I bought the month prior. I picked up K at her place, and we were on our way.
The 5 South going to SD on an early Saturday afternoon, if you didn't already know, sucks. As K chatted with her friend on her cell, I panicked. How am I going to do this? I don't have a speech. I just have a stuffed cocker spaniel. I could stop on our way back...Or I could wait two weeks, when we both have no plans. But...I don't know if I can wait that long...And what if she can sense that I'm about to propose? Shoot...
The traffic continued to crawl. We were about to hit Oceanside, when I saw an exit coming up to a View Point. I've passed by this exit a hundred times without giving it a second thought. My heartbeat picked up. My stomach twisted. I took a deep breath.
"I need a break from the traffic," I said. "OK," She replied, eyes glued to her phone, in the middle of texting somebody. Perfect. She doesn't suspect a thing.
The View Point, official name Las Flores View Point, was full of squirrels, tourists and bees. As Karen finished her text, I reached in the backseat for Spunky. And the ring. It was time.
We walked toward the edge of the View Point, where a bush gave us some cover. I turned to her. "I wanna give you something. But you have to close your eyes. And hold out your hand." I placed Spunky in the hand of his new owner. I said things I don't remember saying. I asked her a question. I got down on one knee. She said yes. I asked her again just to make sure she heard me the first time. She said yes again. We held each other for an hour. We prayed that God would watch over us. Then we got back in the car (avoiding the bees) and drove on.
*Spunky's new owner*
Our story continues. It's the best story I've ever been a part of. It's a story that will get better every day. Thank you to everyone reading this, for your support and friendship. I hope we can see you all face to face and thank you personally.
Our deepest and sincerest love,
Karen and Eman
I was looking for a gift for my roommate. I got him a rainbow-colored lizard beanie baby. I felt bad getting only one item (I'm weird that way), so I looked for another thing to buy. That's when I saw Spunky.
Spunky is a cocker spaniel beanie baby, and just plain adorable. I thought that if I ever had a girlfriend, and if she meant that much to me, I would give her Spunky. And my girlfriend would say, "OMG I love him so much!!!" She would fall madly in love with me and...yeah.
*Spunky, left. Me passed out from too many margaritas, right.*
Spunky would sit on my bookshelf for the next eight years. Girls would enter my life, then leave. Nobody came close to being Spunky-worthy. When I moved from my apartment to my townhouse, Spunky was packed in a box, collecting dust and shame.
Our story skips ahead to last Saturday. K and I were set to drive down to San Diego for my Mom's birthday. As I was ready to head out, I had a strong feeling come over me. A voice ran through my head as clear as day: "Find Spunky."
Spunky lay in an open cardboard box in my closet. I stuffed him in my backpack, along with the ring I bought the month prior. I picked up K at her place, and we were on our way.
The 5 South going to SD on an early Saturday afternoon, if you didn't already know, sucks. As K chatted with her friend on her cell, I panicked. How am I going to do this? I don't have a speech. I just have a stuffed cocker spaniel. I could stop on our way back...Or I could wait two weeks, when we both have no plans. But...I don't know if I can wait that long...And what if she can sense that I'm about to propose? Shoot...
The traffic continued to crawl. We were about to hit Oceanside, when I saw an exit coming up to a View Point. I've passed by this exit a hundred times without giving it a second thought. My heartbeat picked up. My stomach twisted. I took a deep breath.
"I need a break from the traffic," I said. "OK," She replied, eyes glued to her phone, in the middle of texting somebody. Perfect. She doesn't suspect a thing.
The View Point, official name Las Flores View Point, was full of squirrels, tourists and bees. As Karen finished her text, I reached in the backseat for Spunky. And the ring. It was time.
We walked toward the edge of the View Point, where a bush gave us some cover. I turned to her. "I wanna give you something. But you have to close your eyes. And hold out your hand." I placed Spunky in the hand of his new owner. I said things I don't remember saying. I asked her a question. I got down on one knee. She said yes. I asked her again just to make sure she heard me the first time. She said yes again. We held each other for an hour. We prayed that God would watch over us. Then we got back in the car (avoiding the bees) and drove on.
*Spunky's new owner*
Our story continues. It's the best story I've ever been a part of. It's a story that will get better every day. Thank you to everyone reading this, for your support and friendship. I hope we can see you all face to face and thank you personally.
Our deepest and sincerest love,
Karen and Eman
posted by Unknown at 10:46 PM
10 Comments:
Great story and couple you are! How do I know? I know because I know Eman, not so much that we hang out all the time, because we don't, but from the brief words we've exchanged, his writings and simply knowing him at Evergreen. Karen, for Eman to decide on you and for you to accept, you've got to be one absolutely awesome person!
So did she like Spunky or not? CONGRATS, E and K! That's wonderful news! God bless you both!
congratulations karen and eman. laurie's been asking me if there's a story ever since the facebook announcement
love the story! great idea to go with your gut :) congrats, eman, karen, and spunky!
Soooo sweet and lovely! Sniff-sniff. So happy for you all.
Oh you guys...this story made my day, my week! I'm so happy for both of you and Eman thanks so much for sharing this amazing proposal with us all. You couldn't have done a better job...it's sincere, sweet, romantic, and very you! Karen you are a lucky woman. Eman has a great heart and he is one of the most amazing man I have ever met! Look forward to hearing your continuing story as it unfolds! Praise be to God!
Truly happy for you guys. God bless you, cannot tell you how many good things I wish upon you guys in this new stage of life! Man, God's killin' it! WOOHOO!
YAY!!!!! I love the story, E! Very you! :)
For a second there I thought that "Spunky" was a literary symbol of YOU, Eman. On second thought, he probably is a symbol of you. Looking finally to emerge from the closet (you said it), out of the box, after all those years of waiting and hoping. And waiting. Finally to be welcomed and embraced by someone who truly knows how wonderful you are!
Couldn't be happier for the both of you. I've walked some of both your journeys as singles so your getting married is all the sweeter!
woohoo! congratulations eman and karen! ps- i like that the dog's name is spunky. haha.
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