The Proposal

Okay, so that's a picture of both rings that was taken at the wedding, but it's the best I can do. Let me say, I was shocked and surprised when Kyle proposed and it did not go as he had planned, nor was it every girls' dream. We were getting ready to go to the ballet. It was the last day of school for me before the Christmas break. Ironically, that day at school, I had taken up a plastic super man ring from a student. I was going around telling people I was engaged and getting hugs and congratulations and then not so nice words when I showed off my fake superman ring. This was December 19, 2006. I came home and Kyle had cooked my favorite meal that he makes and attempted to make my favorite cocktail. We started getting ready to go to the ballet. I was whining because I had gained weight and nothing fit me. I was criticizing the coat jacket Kyle was wearing and told him to get a different one (meanwhile, he already had the ring in the inside pocket of the one he had on-good thing I was clueless). So, here I am doing what I do best, in Kyle's words, fussing about everything. I felt ugly and tired, Kyle had not turned off the Christmas tree lights like I asked and he grabs both of my arms and asks me to just stop. Exasperated, I said, "WHAT!!" He gets down on his knee and presents me with this fabulous spiel about how he loves me and always will and will I marry him. WHAT? ARE YOU SERIOUS? I really think those were my first words. Then, I asked if my family knew and if his family knew. Then, I kept saying I don't know, I'm not sure. Kyle, by now, is about to have a heart attack. Finally, I said, "Can I just see the ring?" Then, I said, "It sure does fit nice!" Threw tears and a mild stroke, Kyle finally got his yes. I called to tell my family, but they really all knew. He had asked everyone at Thanksgiving for their approval and permission and showed them the ring. So, the plans started rolling.