I imagine that many of you who are reading this are married, so I am sure that you can relate to my general excitement and my wanting to shout from the rooftops that “I’m Engaged!” Why is this worth mentioning on this particular outlet – that is, the place where I chronicle my path to domesticity? Well, it really isn’t, but it will at least explain the wedding-related projects coming up in the next few months. For those of you interested in the story, here it is:
I have to admit that I really didn’t see this one coming. When I got home from work on a random Monday night, Bart said he was just getting ready to take Parker for a walk and asked if I wanted to join – since walking Parker (especially with Bart) is one of my absolute favorite activities, I obviously said yes. As we approached the end of our street where the road turns to cobblestone and it backs up to the foothills, Bart got down on one knee in the middle of the road and asked me to marry him. It was perfect.
Bart obviously hit a homerun in the ring department – I could not be more excited about his ability to pick out fine jewelry or the fact that we’ll be spending the rest of our lives together.