


Here are some answers to your post-proposal FAQs:
When are you going to get married?
We're thinking about November 29th, 2008. The logic: this summer = too soon, next summer = way too far away, this fall = the best option. Dale and both of his parents are teachers and Jill will be doing Teach for America in Chicago so Thanksgiving break seems like a reasonable idea. Also, this date would hold special meaning because it will be Dale’s parents’ 40th wedding anniversary.
On Saturday morning, Dale and I leisurely cooked a delicious breakfast complete with a diverse fruit platter (Kathy Hartley, one of my other mothers and creator of the earth's most aesthetically and palate pleasing fruit platters, would have been proud). After breakfast, we went out for coffee and basked in the surprisingly warm Wyoming sun. As I sipped on a coffee with cream, Dale suggested we walk along the banks of the
We got down to the river, held hands, walked and talked.
As we conversed, Dale became alarmingly sentimental and spoke about how the happiest moments of his life have taken place along the
Then, he got down on one knee. He said heartfelt and wonderful things about me and us. I don't remember any of the words he spoke. I can only remember how he made me feel. My heart was beating faster than a hummingbird's and my body was overflowing with glee. Words cannot capture my joy.
He asked, "Will you marry me and make me the happiest man in the world?"
Rings appeared.
I joyfully responded, "Yes, I would love to marry you." We kissed.
A perfect proposal. If there had been an orchestra on the river banks, the music surely would have swelled.