Over
the past year, I've put myself in charge of delivering and
brainstorming relatively classless marriage proposals-- over the
supermarket loudspeaker, whispered in his sleeping ear, on fast food billboards, embedded in emails
about life logistics, spelled out in fridge magnets...
Evan's response?
He needed more surprise and romance in order to take me seriously. Where were the elephants, violins and fireworks?!
Last weekend, Evan showed me how it's done:
My response? "Yes, of course I'll marry you! That's what I've been saying..."
Thank god this guy puts up with me-- I couldn't be more thrilled to share my life with him.