Feb
15
2007
It’s official: We’re engaged!
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It’s official. The boy and I are one step closer to making our cohabitation legal-like by churchy standards.
Brandon asked me to marry him last night — on “Valentine’s Day” — and after a brief consideration of my future as Mrs. George Clooney, I accepted.
So, everyone seems to have just two questions: How did he ask, and have we set a date yet. To answer the second, no. If it were up to me, we’d elope on some tropical island somewhere. But as my mother is already busily planning an engagement party, I know she’d surely write me out of her will should we go this route.
As for the first, I must admit, the proposal didn’t come as a complete surprise. After all, I went from making subtle innuendo to outright commentary on my lack of finger adornment months ago. And after Brandon’s 6-year-old nephew referred to me as “just Brandon’s girlfriend” at Christmas, I sent the boy links to rings I wanted, along with my finger size.
Still, after we just spent mass money on a new floor, I didn’t think the boy would go in further debt to buy a ring…
After returning home and having dinner, we were getting ready to go grocery shopping when Brandon came round and gave me a big bear hug. This isn’t odd. He gives lots of good, cuddly hugs. But then he didn’t let go and I knew something was up. He reached in his pocket and pulled out the ring and asked, “Will you marry me?”
Now, I am not your traditional I’ve-dreamed-of-my-wedding-since-girlhood kind girl but this I wanted to be traditional. It may just very well be the only checkbox on the girly census which I can mark off.
“Boy, you better get down on your knees,” I said.
With Brandon on one knee, I accepted and we will now live happily ever after.
