19Engaged October 13th, 2010
I used to have a wonderful molskine notebook. Somehow it has disappeared on me so I’d like to rewrite one of the most important entries I have written thus far through the internet, a dangerously wonderful source for data collection.
Just the say before, Kris took some extra money out of our bank account that I was curious of so I texted him at work and his response was he needed money for when he took his car in to get work done on it. Okay fine. I have come full circle to trusting again and didn’t think twice about it.
We have had a very unusually stressful marching band season and after a Monday practice I came home expecting to pop something quick in for dinner. Kris never came inside and when I went outside to take out the trash and get the mail I heard Kris talking to a male though his bluetooth system in his car. He came inside shortly after and took my hand and suggested a walk. We live in a pretty incredible community right on a very tiny lake/large pond so our walks are always nice and close right outside our door.
Kris begins the monologue with, “I have a confession to make. I lied about what I did with the money.”
I respond that I don’t need to know about it if he doesn’t want to tell me and he asks if he can show me.
He pulls out the most beautiful ring and gets down on his knee and has my favorite look on his face, the one that is raw emotion and full of fast computing of the current dramatic situation at hand. I didn’t cry surprisingly, but I know it will come sometime. In our excitement, we put the ring on the wrong hand ( I also am not used to wearing rings on my left hand so I did what felt natural) took a picture and sent it to everyone.
We celebrated by going out to Longhorn Steakhouse….still smelly because we hadn’t showered after practice yet.
Life is wonderful.
