Pretty Much the Best Thing Ever
This past Saturday was Max and my pseudo anniversary. Technically we started dating some point in May five years ago, but neither one of us knows when that was. Why choose September? Because we were sick of people asking us when our anniversary was, so it was arbitrary.
Anyway, while I was in meltdown mode last week, Max kept assuring me that our anniversary was going to be great and to look forward to it. We’d decided that we were going to hike back to our rock (see entry about Labor Day) and eat breakfast there, and then we were going to Melting Pot for an early dinner. Throughout the course of the week, Max lost his Debit card and had to cancel it, had to beg our boss to take off work, and got word that it was supposed to rain all Saturday. Despite all this, Max told me that we were going to have a good anniversary and we were not changing our plans.
We got up at 5:00am on Saturday morning, rolled out of bed, and looked out of the window. It was raining. Max and I shrugged, got into the car, and drove off to Gatlinburg. When we got there, it didn’t look much better. We chose to leave the music for the car on and open the sun roof, and stare up at the rain until it slowed. After 30 minutes, the rain hadn’t stopped at all. I frowned and said to Max, “Maybe we should just give up. It’s not stopping, and there is no way we’re going to be able to safely climb to the rock.” Max laughed at me, and said we were climbing to the damn rock.
We left everything in the car except for keys and ran onto the trail. The rain was a little less heavy under the trees, and we kept a pace to keep ourselves warm. After a while, we made it to the side trail that leads to the rock. The stream that went around the rock was approaching river status. Max convinced me that we should still jump over to the rock in the pouring rain, so we did. We sat, drenched, and talked for a while. After about twenty minutes he said it was getting cold and he wanted to go, and he agreed. As we both stood up to leave, I thought I saw Max start to slip on the rock out of the corner of my eye. I panicked for a half a second before I realized he hadn’t slipped. He’d intentionally gotten down on one knee, had a ring in his hand, and was hoping he was facing the right way because his glasses were fogged up and he couldn’t see anything. He had a huge goofy, panicked grin on his face and he asked in a quick combination of words, “Willyoumarryme?”
:3 Best. Proposal. Ever.
Anyway, while I was in meltdown mode last week, Max kept assuring me that our anniversary was going to be great and to look forward to it. We’d decided that we were going to hike back to our rock (see entry about Labor Day) and eat breakfast there, and then we were going to Melting Pot for an early dinner. Throughout the course of the week, Max lost his Debit card and had to cancel it, had to beg our boss to take off work, and got word that it was supposed to rain all Saturday. Despite all this, Max told me that we were going to have a good anniversary and we were not changing our plans.
We got up at 5:00am on Saturday morning, rolled out of bed, and looked out of the window. It was raining. Max and I shrugged, got into the car, and drove off to Gatlinburg. When we got there, it didn’t look much better. We chose to leave the music for the car on and open the sun roof, and stare up at the rain until it slowed. After 30 minutes, the rain hadn’t stopped at all. I frowned and said to Max, “Maybe we should just give up. It’s not stopping, and there is no way we’re going to be able to safely climb to the rock.” Max laughed at me, and said we were climbing to the damn rock.
We left everything in the car except for keys and ran onto the trail. The rain was a little less heavy under the trees, and we kept a pace to keep ourselves warm. After a while, we made it to the side trail that leads to the rock. The stream that went around the rock was approaching river status. Max convinced me that we should still jump over to the rock in the pouring rain, so we did. We sat, drenched, and talked for a while. After about twenty minutes he said it was getting cold and he wanted to go, and he agreed. As we both stood up to leave, I thought I saw Max start to slip on the rock out of the corner of my eye. I panicked for a half a second before I realized he hadn’t slipped. He’d intentionally gotten down on one knee, had a ring in his hand, and was hoping he was facing the right way because his glasses were fogged up and he couldn’t see anything. He had a huge goofy, panicked grin on his face and he asked in a quick combination of words, “Willyoumarryme?”
:3 Best. Proposal. Ever.