â€œDonâ€™t you think we should pull over and let the snow storm pass over us?â€ It was the third time Iâ€™d asked the same question in the past twenty minutes, but my boyfriend just smiled.
â€œAs slow as weâ€™re driving some people might think weâ€™re standing still all ready.â€ He didnâ€™t look at me, but kept his eyes glued to the winter wonderland in front of us.
How he kept his Pontiac Impala, â€œthe tankâ€, on the road, I didnâ€™t understand. I couldnâ€™t see the road, just a sea of white.
Being from Texas, Iâ€™m used to Valentineâ€™s Day being a cold crisp day with glowing sunshine. No snow, no ice, maybe some rain, but most of the time itâ€™s a beautiful day with love in the air. Hearts and flowers decorate everything.
Did I mention no snow? Or better still never a blizzard?
â€œHow can you see?â€ I asked, straining to see through the caked-on mud and dirt that covered the windshield. The wipers succeeded in shoving the falling snow off to the side, but the picture in front of us remained a dirty white field of nothingness.
He pressed the button for wiper fluid. Nothing happened.
A large truck traveling in the opposite direction zoomed past us at a break-neck speed of fifteen miles per hour. The window shook. A backlash of muddy water sprayed us with debris from the truckâ€™s wheels. A dark veil fell over the windshield. I couldnâ€™t see anything. My fingers dug into by boyfriendâ€™s thigh.
Did I happen to mention it was cold?
The huge cavernous interior of the car held me prisoner, my only protector, my boyfriendâ€™s calm composure and his steady hands on the wheel. You see, he grew up in the North. This was old hat for him.
â€œIâ€™m going to pull over. I need to clean the windshield off.â€ He maneuvered the car to the side of the road. How he even found the side of the road Iâ€™ll never know.
My hand caused a few more bruises when the car fishtailed before coming to a stop.
â€œIâ€™ll be right back.â€ He opened his car door slowly and left.
Alone, I began to panic. How was he going to clean the windshield off? There wasnâ€™t any water out there. It was all frozen. The wiper fluid was gone.
I watched him out the side window as he picked up snow and threw it at the front window. I jumped when it hit. Did I mention I was terrified?
He wiped the snow over the glass with his gloves. It melted and cleaned the surface. My boyfriend was brilliant, a genius. I knew I loved that man for a reason.
When he walked back around the car and opened his door, he threw his wet gloves in the backseat. I hugged and kissed him, glad that he was back beside me.
He dug in his pocket, pulled out a jewelry box, and handed it to me. I opened it.
â€œWill you marry me?â€ he asked.
My hero, my savior, the man that held my life in the palm of his hands, wanted to know if I would be his bride.