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Spokane Valley is burning down, work has been ridiculously hectic this week, I just discovered Google StreetView, and Lacey is all the way over in Venice, Italy! What the apocalypse is going on! Ok, things are not that bad but good grief when it rains it pours. Yeah, wishful thinking for the people losing their homes. Six so far.
But let’s get back to poor me. My fiance is so far away! I don’t get to talk to her for two weeks! Come on, feel sorry for me. And she’s living it up on some fancy shmancy cruise ship where a butler (probably named Gustav) serves them whatever they want. *Finger snap* “Hey servant, fetch me a blueberry pie and a steak and a cool damp towel folded thrice to place abreast my febrile forehead.” Sigh.
To dampen all these shenanigans, I decided to post a photo of Lacey with her engagement ring!
I asked Lacey to marry me on a quiet Saturday morning in my house after a beautiful and totally delish french toast with blueberries and strawberries and whip cream and syrup washed down with coffee breakfast. To set the scene, we were sitting together in the reclining chair with Ben Harper’s album “Burn To Shine” playing on random and the ring in its box hidden in my pocket. Ready to go. All I have to do is wait for the right song to come on… it’s on random so it’ll come up at some point right? Sigh, not so much. So we sat there and talked and song after song the right one wouldn’t come up. And then, Lacey starts getting texts… from her friend… and the song isn’t coming up… the texting stops… the song is still not up. Fine! So I get up and go get the controller and force the song to come on! No more waiting! Haha. I didn’t prepare a contrived speech so I just started rambling about how I love her and how I know we’re supposed to be together and will you marry me and love me forever. She said, “yeah I s’pose.” Just kidding, she said “yes of course I will marry you and love you forever!”
In the aftermath, she called her sister and her brother and her parents and friends, and I called my parents and friends. Then, get this, she had to text her friend back to say, “yes, he did it right after you texted me!” Oh. My. Word. Right? Diana’s last text was ”did he ask you yet?” And, guess what, I had seen the text! I thought, you gotta be kidding me! Apparently, Lacey had mentioned to Diana that she thought something might go down that weekend because of a few hints I’d dropped on the phone. But Lacey had been real careful not to assume anything so if it didn’t happen she wouldn’t be let down you know. But of course Diana had to send that text literally right before I did it! Haha.
We had our hot engagement date in the Palm Court Grille at the Davenport Hotel that night, in a private spot I had reserved.
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K, so I’m supposed to be having a conversation with you about why marriage makes you more of a man rather than less. But I’m starting to realize something funny about maturity, that once you make a breakthrough in your maturity level, everything before that point quickly becomes moot. Let’s see if I can explain that. In my case, everything before the moment I knew Lacey would be my wife was preparing me for that moment. And now that I’ve passed that moment, I’m ready to move on. I think what I’m getting at is that once you reach each point of maturity, it soon becomes boring to discuss things in your previous realm of maturity. Now that I hit the maturity point of feeling and acknowledging true love, I totally understand that it makes me way more of a man to get married than to stay single. Simple as that. If you haven’t hit that maturity level, how am I going to convince you of a feeling you haven’t felt? If you have hit that maturity level, what is there to say except yep you get it.
It’s funny to read about maturity while looking at that photo isn’t it? Haha.