Delivery of Precious Cargo
The project plan for my relationship/marriage called for engagement at 365 days after the first date. We were travelling down to San Diego this weekend for my sister's law school graduation and, despite this only being about 330 days from first date, I took the ring with me because it felt like this weekend might be it.
The weekend went well (the graduation was ... interesting), and while there were moments that felt like they might be right, nothing quite worked out. During this weekend, a friend came over to our house and cleaned it up thoroughly; he called me Saturday night to let me know my vacuum cleaner needed replacement.
So here we were, driving back north from San Diego, when Shannan asked me if she should stop for a Foster's Freeze somewhere south of Firebough (maybe about 150 miles south-east from Brisbane). So we were eating our cone and shake, she was sitting in the driver's seat, I was sitting outside, and we started talking about the vacuum. I was pushing for us to get the Dyson, because I've heard good things about it, and at some point, intending to suggest I do the research and come up with some recommendations, I said "I propose" which she interrupted and, jokingly, said "what, now?"
So I thought about it for a second, and said "yeah, why the hell not? I keep waiting for the perfect moment, but the only perfect moments we have are the ones we create ourselves, and I say this is a perfect moment." So ... on the knees, proposal made, and she eventually said yes. And now I don't have to worry about carrying that ring around anymore, and I'm officially engaged. Oh, and so is she.
She's excited. I'm less excited, and more ... peaceful. This just feels perfect. I'm still selecting the bouncy Mood label, though :)
The weekend went well (the graduation was ... interesting), and while there were moments that felt like they might be right, nothing quite worked out. During this weekend, a friend came over to our house and cleaned it up thoroughly; he called me Saturday night to let me know my vacuum cleaner needed replacement.
So here we were, driving back north from San Diego, when Shannan asked me if she should stop for a Foster's Freeze somewhere south of Firebough (maybe about 150 miles south-east from Brisbane). So we were eating our cone and shake, she was sitting in the driver's seat, I was sitting outside, and we started talking about the vacuum. I was pushing for us to get the Dyson, because I've heard good things about it, and at some point, intending to suggest I do the research and come up with some recommendations, I said "I propose" which she interrupted and, jokingly, said "what, now?"
So I thought about it for a second, and said "yeah, why the hell not? I keep waiting for the perfect moment, but the only perfect moments we have are the ones we create ourselves, and I say this is a perfect moment." So ... on the knees, proposal made, and she eventually said yes. And now I don't have to worry about carrying that ring around anymore, and I'm officially engaged. Oh, and so is she.
She's excited. I'm less excited, and more ... peaceful. This just feels perfect. I'm still selecting the bouncy Mood label, though :)