Nothing comes from nothing
Never ever could
So somewhere in my youth
I must've done something good
If the song is right, I'm not sure what I did in my childhood ... but it must've been spectacular. Because one week ago yesterday, Stoney made me the happiest girl in the world when he asked me to marry him.
We were texting at the end of the day on August 11th, when he asked if I wanted to go to dinner. It was a Tuesday ... which used to be "Tuesday Date Night" when we first started dating ... and he suggested Red Lobster. Do I wanna go to Red Lobster? Common ... who doesn't want cheddar biscuits and shrimp scampi? We had a delicious, if slightly unorganized, dinner ... and rode home together laughing about everything from the flaky waitress who kept disappearing to my refusal to park more than 50 feet from the door of my office.
Once we got home, he said he needed to use the bathroom. Meanwhile, I wandered around the kitchen doing this or that. At this point, I should tell you ... we have a smallish white board hanging in the bathroom. I like to leave Stoney little notes or doodles on it.
So anyhow ... as I'm standing at the table with my back to the hallway, I hear Stoney say, "The white board in the bathroom fell down." I didn't turn around but answered, "Aw, that sucks ... now I can't leave you messages." He said, "Yeah, it fell ... so ... look at it ..." and I turned around to see ...
Stoney standing holding the white board. He'd taken the markers and written, "Will you marry me?" on it ... and was holding out a ring box with a beautiful ring inside. I stared at the white board and said, "Really? Really? SERIOUSLY?!"
I hugged him and he handed me the ring box. I slid the ring on ... which fit perfectly ... and then threw myself at him again. After a minute or two, he said, "Um, technically, you haven't said yes ..." I corrected the situation by saying yes many, many times!
Everyone has been so excited for us ... everyone wanting to know a date ... some wanting to know where we'll register ... the girls cheering us on and wanting to know if we'll be going to next year's bridal expos ... and one friend even wanting to know what color of dress she'll be wearing.
We were both so busy with work last week that there wasn't a lot of time to relax and celebrate ... but I've tried to take a minute to stop every night and thank him for my ring and tell him how happy I am.
I don't have enough words to say how lucky I feel. Lucky that I met him ... lucky that he asked me to that Springsteen concert ... lucky that he didn't see the basement in my house and run screaming for the hills ... just lucky that he chose me.
I love you, hon ... and I know this is Ben and Becca's song ... but I'm borrowing it because it couldn't be more true.
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns the 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
Ben Folds - The Luckiest