Tuesday, September 11, 2012

mrs. (almost)

on august 17, 2012, i got engaged.
and so here is the story.

it had kind of been a long day.  both of us were moving into new apartments.
we went to see les miserables.  we went dancing.
(never mind that the dance was lame.  we went dancing.)
after we left the dance, we drove up to a nearby lake.  before taking off on our moonlit stroll, we read a chapter in alma.
we walked around the lake once, and then stopped.
(he has always joked about proposing to me in a really terrible way.  like in a port-a-potty, or with a plastic ring.)
we were stopped by a bathroom.
he got down on one knee and slipped a massive green plastic sparkly ring onto my right ring finger.

"will you be my wife?"
"are you being serious right now?"
"i'm being completely serious"
"yes.  but you put the ring on the wrong hand."

after he had moved the ring to the proper finger, we headed back to the car and drove back to his new place.
i told him we needed to go ring shopping soon.  his green plastic ring was quite a few sizes too big and kept falling off.  i was more than willing to wear it until i got a real one, and asked if he wanted me to.
he said that of course i should wear it, and that it would probably be a few weeks until we could go get a real one.

we just hung out and laughed and joked for a couple of hours.
and then he asked if we could go on another walk.
i was rather tired, but i agreed.
this time we went to the place on campus that we had our first kiss.
it was midnight, and suddenly he got off the bench where he was sitting next to me ...
and onto one knee.
with an open ring box.
"will you marry me?"

that's a ring.  it's a real ring.  he went and picked out an actual ring for me.  this is really happening, he's really proposing.
a million thoughts ran through my head all at once, and before i knew it, tears were spilling over.
"does that mean yes?" he asked.
and it did.  i nodded.
he slipped the ring onto my finger (the right one this time, since it was already marked with the green ring.)
(it wasn't a real ring.  just a placeholder so that i could pick out my own later)

a week later we went shopping for my real ring.  
we found one that i love
(but not nearly as much as i love my new fiance)
it finally came back from being sized.

i have three engagement rings.
and the most wonderful fiance ever.
and only thirteen weeks before i become a mrs.
(we're getting married two days after finals ends.  we're insane.  it's fine.)
and i'm so happy.
it couldn't come fast enough.


love, you