I was sitting Indian-style in front of our huge living room mirror, my hair clipped out of my face and makeup brushes fanned out within reach, when I heard a knock at the door. I am usually extremely nervous to open the door: 1) I don’t speak German and the bulk of people who’ve knocked on the door speak ONLY that, and 2) I was still without my face paint and wearing my cloud patterned flannel pajamas. One peek through the wavy glass panels revealed Davy’s green sweatshirt--this meant his hands were full of breakfast ingredients and he needed assistance... (I ditched the hideous clips that hold back my bangs because even though he's seen me when I'm not at my best, I still want him to find me marginally attractive at the very least.)
Upon opening the door, I see he’s holding a cappuccino for me (the best in the world that they happen to serve at a bakery down the street) and canvas bag of goodies which he quickly handed over. “Wait a second...I just need to get something else”, he said. He went out of sight and quickly returned with something I clearly wasn’t expecting him to bring that morning: a gorgeous bouquet of roses and stargazer lilies in one hand and an open engagement ring box in the other!
He then got down on one knee on the steps of our apartment. “Cyaddie, ye noe how much I loove ye--will ye maddie me?” I was already on the verge of tears and was enthusiastically saying “Yes!” before he even finished the question!
The fact that he managed to surprise me still makes me smile--as does the ring: the round cut diamond in platinum looks like a traditional ring from the top, but a side view reveals a setting which looks Celtic, a nod to his Scottish roots.
The fact that he could take one look at me with no makeup in flannel pajamas and still want to make me his bride makes me know why what we have is made to last!
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