April 23rd has become one of my favorite days. It sounds like a random day, but I've come to find out that any day can become extraordinary. In the case of April 23rd, it was because Janet Wood came into the world and where would I be without her here in it?
The girl is hard-headed but never hard-hearted. She'd do anything for anybody and by the grace of God, I'm a somebody to her. I can never repay her for all that she's done for me. I've done some low things in my life and God love her, she has sunk even lower to try to get me out of the trouble I have found myself in.
Then there were the times when she was in trouble. All the times that she found herself in bad situations with bad men. I have always failed her at showing up on time. Granted, I showed up enough that nothing horrible happened to her, but never sooner so she wouldn't have to know what could have happened to her.
That's why I'm sitting here shaking in my shoes thinking about her going out with Phillip. They have been spending a lot of time together and I'm finally listening to my intuition for once. I'm running out of time. I have a ring and a question and I'm running out of time…
The door slams. I jump and my birthday present for Janet nearly tumbles out of my hand. I look at Janet and she was wiping her eyes. My heart sunk when I realized she had been crying. Why is she crying on her birthday?
"Janet," I squeak. "What's the matter?"
"Oh, Jack, I gotta be stupid."
"What did he do to you?"
"He proposed to me. I said no."
He proposed to her? It's only been a month! Who the fuck was he to move in on her so confidently? I'm about to ask her the same thing, knowing her for all these years, and I'm nervous as hell.
"He doesn't love you," I blurted out.
Oh my God, why did I let that slip out? Her face went from sadness and confusion to anger. She ran over to me and I thought she was going to hit me. I would have let her except she never did. Her tears quickly came back as she pulled me into a hug.
"I know he didn't," she murmured into my chest. "It didn't feel right at all."
"How do I feel?"
"Good," she finally chuckled. She gave my cheek a kiss.
"I talked to your dad."
"Really? What did he say?"
"Jack Tripper, what's going on?"
"This ring if you want it."
I popped open the box and I thought her teary eyes were going to pop open with it. Her smile grew wide and her breathing grew heavy. I got down on one knee and she let out a sigh of disbelief. She nodded as I put the ring on. My nerves must have gotten the best of me because I jammed her finger a little.
"Oh," I jumped back up. "Are you okay?"
"No," she said with a smile.
"No?" I repeated as I smiled back at her and put my hands on her face.
"I've never wanted something or someone as much as I do now. Yes, Jack, I'm going to be your wife."
"That's what I always wished for you to be. I'm just sorry for not asking sooner."
We kissed deeply for a long time. I hugged her when I realized April 23rd was the day Janet was born and also the day where she declared she was going to be my wife. It is my favorite day.