All grow'd up...

So...I'm engaged now. I'm fairly excited by this. And by 'fairly excited', I mean, 'the kind of excited where you want to run around screaming at hobos, hugging old ladies, pushing over children on tricycles, punching baby lambs in the face, and generally being a nuisance to society...but in the very best way possible'. Last night on the way home from her parents' house, I listened to 'The Luckiest' by Ben Folds about 6 or 7 times. It's one I've never really listened to much before. I've known the chorus for some time, but that's not saying much. Last night, it finally hit me. Hard. I like that it is really straightforward and could be told as if it were a letter or something. Here, let me show you.

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I don't get many things right the first time. In fact, I am told that a lot. Now I know all the wrong turns and stumbles and falls brought me here.

And where was I before the day that I first saw your lovely face? Now I see it every day.

And I know that I am the luckiest.

What if I'd been born fifty years before you in a house on the street where you lived? Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike. Would I know?

And in a wide sea of eyes, I see one pair that I recognize.

And I know that I am the luckiest.

I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you.

Next door, there's an old man who lived to his nineties and, one day, passed away in his sleep. And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days and passed away.

I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong.

That I know that I am the luckiest.

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And I do know this. She tolerates me to an astounding degree. It's perplexing really. I constantly feel like I tricked her somehow. As if she's going to wake up some morning and realize 'wait....WHAT?!?' I hope against hope that day never comes.

Ok, enough of the gushy crap. I've been asked 'OH! How'd you do it?!?' enough times that I'm just going to put it here.

So, Saturday after my 'Fun Run' with the army (there's no such thing, by the way...as a fun run...not the army...that organization totally exists...) I headed down to Farmington to her parents' house, ring in hand...er, pocket I suppose. After hello's and such, we decided to go get some dinner and see a movie. Afterwards, I asked her if there were any nice walking trails we could go on since my legs were a little stiff from the run (a wonderful ploy, if I do say so myself). She showed me how to get to this place she used to go when she was a teenager and we walked around for a bit. After a little while, we were just standing there hugging and I thought, "hey, this seems like a good time to ask." So I ninjesquely slipped it out of my pocket and held it behind her back for another couple minutes while I mustered up the cahones to just do it. The whole time, we were just kind of talking and then a periodic "I love you" came from her. I responded in kind and she giggled, as she does. I then whispered to her "Now you're supposed to tell me to prove it." "Um, ok...prove it?". And I got on my knee and asked.

Yeah, it's not the paragliding scheme I had cooked up a few weeks ago, but I like the way it worked out nonetheless. :)

That is all.