Getting hitched.
Yesterday was our 3-year anniversary.
As of Friday, December 8th 2006, we're officially engaged.
Three years ago, yesterday, he randomly pulled me aside at school and said "So, um.. you wanna go out with me?" I was like, "sure."
Three years later, we've been living together for 2 and a half, gone through insane families, shitty next-door hicks, being flat assed broke, hospital runs, broken cars, crazy exboyfriends and on top of that, near breakups. But through it all, here we are, best friends for life.
Yesterday was the second night in a row I got like, zero sleep. Charlie woke up at 5 am sick to his stomach. Needless to say I slept like, none. We went out for lunch after picking up my paycheck, most of which I remember nothing of. It was freezing. As we walked out the mall to the car I asked for my gift. He kneeled on one knee and presented me.. his iPod. I smacked him and complained about the cold. He told me there was something he wanted me to see in the trunk under the spare tire.. I said there was nothing.. and he flipped saying it was there before. Psych. I smacked him (again) and said I had to pee. He reached into his coat and gave me a tiny wrapped box and inside was a gorgeous diamond encrusted topaz silver ring. (pictures later)
"So... you wanna marry me?"
It was so cold out he was dribbling snot, I had to pee and my hands were frozen. I couldn't get the tag off the ring and almost dropped it. But I wouldn't have it any other way. We're planning a 2008 wedding (sometime early summer or spring?) My mom called like, everyone. Gah.