The Big Reveal

Today's post is what I like to think of as a multi-media extravaganza.  And, if you'll just bear with me, I think it will certainly enhance your post-reading experience.  Please note the youtube video embedded below.

Trust me on this one... Click play, then wait for the video to start to scroll down and read the rest of this entry.  Don't worry, I'll wait.









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We're ENGAGED!  It's a long story, but the main points are these:  On Sunday night, Mr. Right got down on one knee, pulled out the most beautiful ring I've ever seen and asked me to be his wife.  I said yes.  I can honestly say I've never been happier in my life.

The long and detailed version is this:  We've been working on this for a while, but Mr. Right's family wasn't happy about his decision to marry me and he's been trying hard to get them on board.  This has resulted in a whole lotta life stress for all of us, especially him.

Last week everything boiled over, and after discussing things with our pastor, Mr. Right agreed to go away for 48 hours to decide whether we should get finally get married or go our separate ways.  He left on Thursday night.  Needless to say, I was a bit of a basket case.  I knew that at the end of the weekend we would either be engaged or apart for good. No pressure, right?  He planned to come back on Saturday night and let me know his decision.

I muddled through work on Friday, spent some time with some really good (and very patient) friends that evening, then curled up in bed with my laptop and watched the entire first season of Downton Abbey on Saturday.  (Just as an aside -- Love. That. Show.)

Around 5 on Saturday afternoon, he called to tell me he was going to stay where he was for another night.  I was pretty sure this meant we were through, but tried to keep an open mind.  At 7 am on Sunday, while I was getting ready for church, Mr. right turned up in my bathroom and said this:  "You're my one."  I may have swooned just a little bit.

We spent a really fun day together, and while I was cooking dinner, Mr. Right called me over to come look at the view of the mountains with him (to his credit, he did wait until I'd washed the raw chicken gunk off my hands).  When I got there, he said the most wonderful, romantic, sweetest words I'd ever heard and while I was staring at him,  he got down on one knee, produced a jawdroppingly beautiful ring...

(Proof)

And asked me to be his wife.  Contrary to all my best efforts, I immediately burst into tears, then pulled myself together and said yes.  I couldn't have asked for a better proposal, a more perfect ring or a more wonderful guy.

Now comes the part where we live happily ever after.  I can't wait.


ps.  Now also comes the part where life begins to return to normal and I have time for things like knitting and blogging every so often.  Awesome!

pps. I'm also linking up to WIPW today, even though there's not a stitch of knitting in this post, because that's where all my friends hang out.  And Frontier Dreams, too.  Forgive me?