For my friends, about my new fiancee...
Well, I had three plans. The first was to follow tradition: every year, when we go out for a walk, I throw her in a snowbank if there's been sufficient snowfall. I figured, this year, when I throw her, I'll propose to her before I help her up.
Next plan was, failing sufficient snowfall, to give her an identical ring box with earrings inside for Christmas, then the ring on the day after.
But the third plan with was kinda spur-of-the-moment, and leapt to me was the one I went with. I'd been complaining that I'd been overscheduled, and hence working 13 days in a row over two jobs, and she suggested that I take some time after work to go up to Gordon to see her.
So, last Thursday, we decided that I'd come up for the tree-lighting ceremony, where there'd be carols and Bible verse and some words by the Dean of Academics and some more carols and hot chocolate...
And I thought to myself, "Hey, that's nice and romantic. Maybe that'll be it." So we spend the afternoon together, and since it's the end of the term, she's got tons of meal points left, so we eat hearty... but the Christmas tree that they're lighting is an 11 foot tree in the middle of a field. Almost completely un-pruned.
So she's ragging on the tree while I'm trying to be like, "Uh, isn't it so romantic? And beautiful? And romantic?"
The ceremony ends, and as it was all on snow, we're both freezing. So we walk the long way around campus and I pull a common idiom within our conversations that's supposed to spur conversation; "So, you tell me something romantic."
(She quips, "Where was your turn?" "I drove up here for the lighting of your tree, isn't that romantic?" "Oh, ok.")
She briefly discusses how nice it is that I'm with her and how serious she is about staying together for so long (our 5 year anniversary is March), and we stop at the Quad, and since it's a soccer field, there aren't any lights on it, so we can see the stars nice and clearly.
It now being my turn to tell her something romantic, we waxed lyrical about stargazing (we'd once laid out in front of her house on her lawn for all hours of the night, watching the stars and talking) and she gives me a peck on the cheek and asks, "Is there anything else romantic you wanted to say?"
And, knowing I wasn't going to get a better straight-line than that if I waited all night, I got down on one knee and proposed to her, right there in the cold.
Of course, I'd love to hear Lauren tell this story from her side...
-Pen
Next plan was, failing sufficient snowfall, to give her an identical ring box with earrings inside for Christmas, then the ring on the day after.
But the third plan with was kinda spur-of-the-moment, and leapt to me was the one I went with. I'd been complaining that I'd been overscheduled, and hence working 13 days in a row over two jobs, and she suggested that I take some time after work to go up to Gordon to see her.
So, last Thursday, we decided that I'd come up for the tree-lighting ceremony, where there'd be carols and Bible verse and some words by the Dean of Academics and some more carols and hot chocolate...
And I thought to myself, "Hey, that's nice and romantic. Maybe that'll be it." So we spend the afternoon together, and since it's the end of the term, she's got tons of meal points left, so we eat hearty... but the Christmas tree that they're lighting is an 11 foot tree in the middle of a field. Almost completely un-pruned.
So she's ragging on the tree while I'm trying to be like, "Uh, isn't it so romantic? And beautiful? And romantic?"
The ceremony ends, and as it was all on snow, we're both freezing. So we walk the long way around campus and I pull a common idiom within our conversations that's supposed to spur conversation; "So, you tell me something romantic."
(She quips, "Where was your turn?" "I drove up here for the lighting of your tree, isn't that romantic?" "Oh, ok.")
She briefly discusses how nice it is that I'm with her and how serious she is about staying together for so long (our 5 year anniversary is March), and we stop at the Quad, and since it's a soccer field, there aren't any lights on it, so we can see the stars nice and clearly.
It now being my turn to tell her something romantic, we waxed lyrical about stargazing (we'd once laid out in front of her house on her lawn for all hours of the night, watching the stars and talking) and she gives me a peck on the cheek and asks, "Is there anything else romantic you wanted to say?"
And, knowing I wasn't going to get a better straight-line than that if I waited all night, I got down on one knee and proposed to her, right there in the cold.
Of course, I'd love to hear Lauren tell this story from her side...
-Pen