My (Full-Circle) Engagement

Yesterday, the fiance popped the question! Here's how it went...

Early afternoon we spoke on the phone and he said he'd like to go out to dinner instead of making alfredo at home-so I showered, did my hair, and did some homework while I waited for him to pick me up. Around five thirty he comes in, gives me a kiss, hands me a piece of mail and says that he's gonna run through the shower and that we should open his new boots (he was very excited about these boots, had them shipped overnight from KY so he could have new hiking boots for his excursion today-even woke up in the middle of the night saying "I wonder where my boots are RIGHT NOW").

He tells me to open his email and Google maps the restaurant he made reservations at, and I see that we're having Moroccan (YUM FACTOR 11). I notice that he smells really good, just out of the shower and peppermint-mouthwashed-up, I ask "Is this the same place as before?" (we had an awesome experience at a Moroccan place in downtown Seattle months ago). He won't answer me after I ask again, so I turn to him as he's kneeling beside me at the desk. "Is this the same place...as before?" Still no answer, just stares. I start to get suspicious. "What's wrong? What's going on? Wait... I'm gonna cry! What's going on?" He gets that mischievous grin and I notice that he has a hand behind his back.

"Are you ready to be Mrs. W-------?"

"Yes!"

He pulls a little box from behind his back, pops 'er open and says "Do you want to marry me?" I scream "YES!" a teary mess and red as a Skittle, he slips the ring on my finger and it fits perfectly.

He grinned like bandit the entire time and we hugged and kissed and he grabbed the camera and said he had to get a "teary shot" for my mom. After a little "moment," I blew my nose and recouped a little and we opened his new boots together. Very nice new boot smell.

Of course, then we had to tell the folks. In a stroke of slightly flawed genius I send a picture text of my ring to my best friend, parents, and sibs, and then call my mom. No answer. Dad. No answer. Text the sibs. Mom calls back-"YOU JUST SEND A TEXT TO EVERYONE BEFORE YOU CALL ME!?" Whoops. Once again, that's just how I roll. We had a little chat and then Dad got back to me and told the fiance, "Well done!"

Here's a shot of the bling, custom design from GB Heron in Bellingham. I love sapphires and waterfalls so it has one sapphire, eight diamonds, and a flowing design all around my finger...

(Yes, I know I should use some lotion on my scaly hands.)

As for the cats: Millie thought the ring was very pretty. Iroh didn't care, but I did tell him, "Look Iroh! I landed you a daddy!" Had a late night incident while stumbling around the bedroom to open the window-Iroh jumped onto the bed from underneath me, and when I was reaching to check for him on the bed I accidentally stuck my thumb in his butt. Not really in, but total bull's eye on his hoohoo. Not pleasant, but the fiance got a good laugh out of it. Luckily Iroh's experience having thermometers in his butt everyday at the animal shelter made him impervious to offense.