We’re engaged! Here’s the story: I sort of was expecting a proposal in the next few weeks, but I didn’t think it would be today. So, I took the bus home from work. Andy had beaten me to my house and met me at my bus stop with flowers. (We hadn’t seen each other since last Sunday, since we only see each other Friday nights and Saturdays and Sundays). We walked hand-in-hand from my bus stop to my house. When we got into my house, I suggested that we pray together. Andy said, “Yeah, in awhile.” He said he first wanted to play his guitar while reading me a poem he had written. He got out his guitar. He said something like, “I think I dropped a [guitar] pick in there.” He shook the guitar. At some point, I thought it was possible that the ring was in there, but I wasn’t sure that he would shake the ring up so vigorously in the guitar. I said, “I have little fingers, I can get it out.” Guess that was part of his plan, so when I looked inside, I saw the big honking ring. I took it out and held it. He started reading the poem while playing guitar. Here’s the poem:
I wanted to say I love you
from the bottom of my heart
I knew you were the one for me
from the very startSix months since our first date
it’s all gone by so fast
my love for you grows stronger
I want it forever to lastYou’re always so fun to be with
I love to make you laugh
I’m so amazed you cuddle with me
even when I pass gasyou give me all your free time
and even fall behind at work
I cherish every minute with you
I adore all of your quirksFor every minute I spend with you
I wish for two or three
There’s just one thing I want to know
Will you marry me?
As he was reading the last night, he fought the ottoman he was sitting on to get down on one knee. He asked me to marry him and I said “YES!” His hands were shaking so I helped him slide on the beautiful ring he had chosen for me.
Phase 3, Baby!