Engaged!

On July 31, 2012, Anthony, the man of my dreams, asked me to be his wife. It was my birthday. We floated on a section of the Boise River in the early afternoon. When we got back it was about 5:00. Anthony started cooking. Mostly I just kept out of his way- he’s better in the kitchen than me. We ate a wonderful dinner, of ribs, asparagus, watermelon, and macaroni and cheese. When we finished, I started to clean up the dishes, and Anthony stopped me- we had to eat dessert first! He had me sit down, and went into a corner cupboard. He brought out a blue and white bowl. Anthony opened it up, and the lid slipped into the bowl. He looked up nervously and said “I think I may have messed it up a little.” All the while, I’m just wondering what kind of chocolate desert goes in the cupboard instead of in the fridge. There was no rattle, so it can’t be M&Ms, and pudding has to go into the fridge. It can’t be anything soft, because then it would have been on the lid. He walked up to me, said my name, and then took the lid off the bowl. Inside the bowl is a beautiful red box with a ring in it. It took me a minute to register what was going on. When I looked again, Anthony was on one knee, and his words were very simple and concise- just “will you marry me?” And of course I said yes- when I remembered how to speak!