Pop goes the question
Late last year Kimberly and I started ring shopping. We found a setting that she liked, and some time later settled on a beautiful stone. I picked up the finished ring in the middle of January and have since been planning my perfect moment. It dawned on me after a month that, given no pre-determined schedule or deadline, this is just the sort of thing that I’m apt to ponder for, well, ever. Last night, in a fit of spontaneity, I grabbed the ring from its super-duper-secret hiding place, knelt down on one knee, and proposed to Kimberly. Through the pounding in my chest and dull whooshing in my ears I remember sounding a bit like Corky from Life Goes On, but I must have gotten at least a few things right, as she accepted. Most of the rest of the evening was a flurry of laughing, giggling, and dancing in the kitchen. The giggling came entirely from her, of course. *ahem*
Later in the evening, about to turn in for the night, Kimberly was overcome with another wash of excitement. “We’re getting married!” she gleefully exclaimed. “We’ll never kiss another person. Never have sex with another person. Ever!”
In response to this, my brain stem briefly popped open one yellow reptilian eye to ask, “Wait, I’m sorry, but what’s that you say?”
So, while very new and unfamiliar, this feels good, it feels right. We’ve been thinking that November would be a nice time for a wedding, and we’ll keep you posted.