On Friday I told you a little bit about my wonderful fiance, Jake, and his influence on my life. Here is our engagement story, so you can get to know a little bit more about our relationship.
Sunday is always cleaning day for my boyfriend Jake and I. Long distance dating means two apartments, and never enough time in one weekend for both chores or cuddles. Jake had been searching all morning for my valentine’s day present. He said he had searched his entire apartment and couldn’t find it, so he started digging through the boxes of things he still had in my apartment. While he was doing that, I decided to start checking off items on my list of chores. I began by washing the dishes while singing along to my favorite playlist entitled, “Flawless,” for obvious reasons.
Meanwhile, Jake gave up his search for the misplaced gift as he had combed through every box of possessions he still had in Green Bay. Instead, he decided to tackle his own chore list by sweeping and mopping the floors. Next, I cleaned out Dottie the cat’s litter box. Given her stage two kidney failure, and therefore, her constant urination, this is a particularly gruesome task. Afterwards, I went into the bedroom in order to grab some socks, so that I could take out the stinky trash. As I was doing this I noticed that on top of the dresser Jake had a small shoebox where he kept playbills, photos, certificates, and other mementos. I hollered to him in the kitchen and inquired whether or not the gift might be in there. He began rifling through the box of memories and I returned to my quest for socks. I barely had a pair in hand before Jake was shouting that he had found the missing present. I came out of the closet to congratulate him, and found him standing with his arms outstretched. It was a bit odd that he was requesting a hug over such a trivial accomplishment, but who am I to ever turn down a hug?
He scooped me up in his arms and started kissing me tenderly. By this point I could tell that something unusual was happening, but I wasn’t sure what it was. When I pulled away to look at him and ask him what was going on, he looked me in the eye and said, “ Erica, I love you. You are my best friend, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” At about this time I erupted into tears. He got down on one knee and said, “Will you marry me?”
I shouted, “yes,” immediately. He carefully slid the ring on my finger, and I pulled him up into an all-consuming hug. Tears were streaming down my face as we held each other. I kissed him a couple times, mostly because I felt like that’s what you’re supposed to do in these kinds of situations, but all I wanted was to embrace him. I wanted him to hold me right there in that spot until the end of time, but eventually I muttered something about how I only came into the bedroom to fetch some socks and now I was leaving with a diamond ring around my finger. We both chuckled into each other’s shoulders and slowly pulled away. Fret not though dear reader, I did not let him leave without pestering him about the fact that he proposed to the girl, who dresses up just to go to her college lecture class, while she was in her sweatpants with cat shit underneath her fingernails.