She's 10 Days Late
It was Valentine's Day, 1992. Phil and I had been together for 4 years. I loved him, and I loved his family.
We had talked many times about starting a family of our own, and both agreed it probably wasn't the best timing.
His music career was taking off, he was getting ready to go on tour with a huge death metal band. His dreams were finally coming true. As for myself, I was happy just being forever Phil’s girl. It was a badge I wore proudly.
At the time, I was working at a dry cleaners to help save up for money for the tour. We had plans that night to have dinner and exchange gifts. Mine was a cheesy stuffed bear with a single red rose. He had been out surfing and had come by the cleaners afterwards to tell me what time I needed to be ready. He seem giddy, more than usual. I could tell that this day was a special day. I just knew something huge was about to happen. Little did I know it would be two huge things.
At the end of the day, I hurried to close the shop. I closed 10 minutes early, I was so excited. I raced home, took a shower, and got ready. I don’t remember what I ended up wearing, but I remember exactly the way that Phil was dressed. He was wearing a pair of black Dickies and a black T-shirt with a Batman logo on the front. He kept rushing me to hurry up and get ready.
We went out for Chinese that night. We placed our order and waited. He was anxious. Before the food arrived, I noticed he was jumping all over his seat. He looked so nervous, yet so handsome. He had long, chestnut brown, stick-straight hair that hung down to his waist. His green eyes were deep and just sparkling. I got butterflies every time I looked into them. I was fascinated by him.
He pulled out a black velvet ring box and got down on one knee. My head was spinning. My heart was racing. I wanted to scream yes before he even said a word, but I let him speak, and he asked me, “Tasha, will you marry me?”
Those were the most beautiful words I had ever heard in my life because it didn't just mean, “will you marry me?” It meant “will you spend the rest of your life with me?” and, “I promise I'll love you no matter what,” and, “I will never leave you,” just like he’d proven to me over and over again already. From the very beginning, he was my love - my unconditional love!
I had a lump in my throat but I managed to get my words out and said yes about 10,000 times, I think. We were both so excited! We didn’t stay to eat. Instead, we got our food to go and raced back home. That evening, February 14, 1992, is the night we created life, our beautiful son, Raymond