Love is a many splendored thing. Or something like that.
A couple months ago, or so, Shaughn and I were on one of our walks through drizzly Seattle and we got talking about marriage and if we wanted to get married, where and when. I made a strong case for getting married next summer and Shaughn paused to hyperventilate in someone's lovely petunia patch. It's not that Shaughn doesn't want to get married or that, God forbid, he doesn't want to marry me, it's just that contemplating big changes tend to make his throat swell. We couldn't be more different in this. I contemplate big life changes daily--"Maybe I should quit my job and hitchhike to Mexico tomorrow?" or "I'm pretty sure the tumor in my brain shifted and I should get working on that book soon. Maybe in the mountains." and "If I win the lottery I'm going to take up yacht racing." And if you know me at all, I hope you know I'm capable of any and all of these whims. A whim to Shaughn, though, is to take a different route home, or to splurge on handmade butter at the farmer's market. He is strong and steady and loves to surprise me with flowers or champagne. The other day he brought home a red toy tractor because I grew up on a farm and my favorite color is red.
Anyway, we agreed we wanted to get married and Shaughn insisted he wanted to propose. And when I asked if he wanted to buy the ring or if we could buy it together he politely asked if I wanted to cut his balls off.
So I have been pestering him to ask me already. Everytime I brought it up he would say, "I know how I'm doing it so leave me alone!!" But if you know how your going to do it then do it!!!
A couple weeks ago on Taco Thursday, we had just finished our beef cheek tacos and had snuggled in to watch a movie. We were both in excellent moods and he got up and came back with a small bag of plain m&m's. This isn't unusual although, I prefer peanut or peanut butter m&m's but I was hardly going to be a rudypants about it. So there we were, snuggled on the couch, I'm popping m&m's and watching the movie. Shaughn, however, is watching me and smiling. He looks really weird. I smile and say thank you again for the m&m's and he just smiles back. And stares. I smile and look away. He stares. Finally, Shaughn! What are you doing? What do you want? And he just sort of hems and haws and then asks if he can have some. Well then I feel a little greedy and say of course he can. I take his hand in mine and start shaking out some m&m's. That is when I realize that they are all red and white. And they had words written on them. I look closer and half of them say--Will You--and the other half say--Marry Me--
It was such a sweet falling feeling. All gasps and tears and sloppy attemps to take a picture of them with my phone. Shaughn gave me the raised eyebrows and then cleared his throat and said, "So..."And Of course I said yes. Then I squealed and jumped around and accidentally threw my phone clear across the room.
It was late enough in the evening that I couldn't get a hold of Mom and Dad. But I got a hold of Nate who said if he were me, he'd just keep calling until someone answered their F*&*ing phone. When I started laughing he said, "What? That's what I do."
I told Jacob to "Guess what!!??!!" and he said, "I just want you to tell me."
Which might be my favorite response to that question. I could hear Laura cheer in the background.
Jen bounced around explaining to Sinead and Fiona that yes I was going to get married and no that didn't mean I was going to have kids any time soon. Paul texted "Shut. Up."
Mom squealed and Dad left a message I still have on my phone that says, "What great news! Don't forget a single moment, because I can't wait to hear all about it!"
But seriously, I can't even describe how sappy I feel. Shaughn, who for some reason doesn't like the word fiancé, has instead referred to me as his future wifey. We both are surprised at how giddy we are about it. For a week I sang, "I am engaged" to the tune of "I've got two pickles" from Little Rascals. Man, it is fantastic!
Alright, if you're married I want to hear your proposal story.