A Prince for a Princess

Warning: This post may sound sappy.

Over a year ago, I met a guy named Marcus. As I soon as I saw him, I was hooked. I prayed and prayed about it, but the way the situation laid out we could not be together. For 8 months, he became my best friend. Eventually, I talked to him about most everything, and he sought my advice about many topics. There came a point, after a lot of prayer, where I had to tell him how I felt. As it turned out, he felt the same way about me. We prayed together and haven’t turned back since. This past weekend, Marcus asked me to marry him. My answer, obviously, was yes.

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Marcus proposed to me at his aunt’s wedding, so the wedding photographers captured the moment for us.

There are so many things that I love about him (his love for the Lord, his passion for learning, his dimples), but I will say that one of the biggest things I love about him is how he takes care of me. As anyone with POTS (or any chronic medical condition) knows, people freak out when you have medical issues.

While we were still just friends, he saw me pass out. Passing out is scary for many reasons, but when it happens in a big group one of the biggest reasons for me is the vulnerability. I can’t put on a strong façade when I am lying unconscious on the floor. However, Marcus did not run. He did freak out, but out of concern for me, not because he felt uncomfortable. He offered to carry me back to my dorm, but some girls helped me walk back. The next day he checked on me, clearly still worried about how I was doing. But once I said I was fine, he did not keep treating me like I was broken.

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Since being together, he has continued to take care of me. Just weeks into being in a relationship, he sat at my bedside for a couple of days after I had my gallbladder out, just holding my hand and getting me whatever I needed.

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This was after my gallbladder surgery

I would like to say that I never have POTS spells anymore, but that would be a lie. As I type this, I should be in class but could not make it because of my weak body. Anytime I have spells, though, he is at my side taking care of me, even to the point of doing my grocery shopping for me and carrying me to a more comfortable place if I pass out on the floor.

Then, once I am better, he treats me normally (besides making sure I have enough water at all times).

I thank God every day for giving this POTS Princess her Prince Charming.

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I love this one because you can see how purely happy we are. I am so proud to call the man of my dreams my fiancé.