Anywho! I was recently reminded by my token ginger friend [ok BEST token ginger friend] that I left out an essential part of my engagement story. I have the memory of a goldfish, and juicy details often get lost in the grand scheme of things. So this post is for Jordan the ginger, who I love so much that I’ve promised to name my unborn child after him. Though only if it’s a girl.
One night, around the time I had given up on the concept of matrimony altogether, I flung myself into bed and onto something small, hard and totally foreign. Paul has a habit of teasing me for being uber-sensitive since a single wayward hair-tie or crumpled blanket can make me toss and turn all night. He used to joke that it was so very Princess and the Pea of me. It quickly crossed my mind that he thought of the cutest freaking proposal of life. Hiding a ring box under the mattress? I could barely contain my excitement!
The prank was unexpected, to say the least, but my reaction was slightly predictable. I chucked the apple at him. Then Bullet promptly ran off with it. He acts fast when produce is on the loose.