B-d-d-d-d-d- ... (how would you "spell" a drumroll, anyway?)
I am engaged!
(commences dancing, leaping, and general revelry)
And now comes the proposal story, for those of you who have inquired. For those of you who already know the story, or simply don't need/want to know, you may cease reading from this point on, if you so desire. (hyphenated sentences represent megan's inner thoughts.)
Friday night I arrived at Glen's apartment so we could make dinner and do our usual Friday-night-stuff. He immediately said, "Hey, let's go for a walk while it's still light outside. The sun's going to set."
--raises eyebrows ... "a 'walk', huh?"--
So we headed out into the chilly February evening (about 6 o'clock) and walked over to a footbridge at the Provo River fairly close to Glen's place.
--"a bridge? does he know about me and bridges?" harking back to the "anne of green gables" movie (if you pick it up at 9:30, you'll reach the relevant scene) ... to answer that question, yes, he did. esther was kind enough to inform him of that humorous and silly 'fantasy'--
We stood looking at the water, when suddenly, over the din of the rushing water below, I heard strands of music wafting in the air.
--"North and South??? ohhhhh, corny, sweet, and here it comes." megan begins to laugh.--
Ended up that the cord connecting his mp3 player to the speaker was a little faulty, so the music was crackling. He ended up pulling that out of his coat pocket and handing it to me to hold so the music wouldn't keep cutting out and he could actually kneel and pull out the ring. (which is b-e-a-utiful.)
--"wow, this is really happening!" still laughter, kind of welling, but no tears to ruin my make-up, thank goodness--
He asked the question, I (obviously) said yes, and the rest is history. So, completely unexpected to me, I laughed through a good part of the proposal. Hardly poised behavior. But fortunately, Glen loves and knows me well enough to know that I wasn't laughing at him and wondering, "What in the heck are you thinking?"
I spent the rest of the weekend wearing out my phone, which has never been put to so much use the entire length of my ownership thereof.
But it was worth it.
Oh! And when I actually can find a decent camera that will actually manage to get a good shot of my ring, I'll post pictures of it. Unfortunately, my camera really stinks.
"In Hollywood a marriage is a success if it outlasts milk." -Rita Rudner