It was about 6 a.m. Saturday, July 16. Gary, Vincent and I were at his parent's house visiting, sleeping in our respective recliners. They have a spare room, but it also had a guest, so we got the chairs. Gary nudges me. It went something like this. You'll have to forgive me if I'm a little foggy- it was early.
"Babe, have you seen this?
You see, Gary's mom is a trinket person. She loves shopping and getting cute little knicknacks and pattywacks and whatnot. I barely opened my eyes before I said "mmhmm."
"But look," he said, and opened the top. Inside was...another littler bejeweled box!
Still not amused, I said something like, "Yeah. I've seen it, there's a smaller one and a smaller one and it keeps getting smaller." See? I had it all figured out.
But what I didn't have figured out, or any idea of whatsoever is what came next.
"Will you marry me?"
At this point I sat up and said "Are you serious?" I really had no idea, and to be fair, I was still halfway asleep. I'm sure I was very attractive, both looking and feeling. Fortuantely for you, I didn't get any photos of me that morning.
After a moment, I realized that he was serious and of course, I said yes.
I mean, I knew it would happen eventually and I had wondered when and how he would ask. None of it is what I expected, but that's why I love and continue to love him.
The ring was given to Gary's mom by her mom about 50 years ago. It's unique and different. It's better than anything I could ask for or pick out at a store.
And the best part?
It was a surprise.