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Popping the Question!
Okay, so remember how I said my boyfriend and I bought a house and we had no plans to get married so everyone should just lay off? Sigh. Last night my guy asked me to spend the rest of my life with him.

We had spent the day together, him doing his stuff and me doing mine, and at the end he told me we were going to be spending the night somewhere other than where we had planned. He has done this to me a number of times because he is a romantic so I was expecting a nice candlelight dinner, some wine, passionate lovemaking and sleep. Oh, the sleep.

I was wrong on all accounts. He took me to a Bed and Breakfast outside of the city and drew me a bath in the biggest fuckinĒ jacuzzi bathtub I have ever seen in my life. This was incredible, because at home, we only have a shower, no tub. Oh boy did I love the tub! There was wine, and candles and flowers and as we sat talking in the tub I realized that this man was the best thing to have happened to me since I found out it isnĒt illegal to shoot groundhogs if they attack the car.

WeĒre sitting there in the tub, loving each other when he says, ĒHang on a minute. I have something for you.Ē He swims to the other side of the tub (IĒm not kidding, it was that big) and comes back with a velvet box in his hand. I eye it suspiciously, not quite sure of what is about to happen here but starting to feel all warm and fuzzy just looking at it. He asks if I will spend the rest of my life with him.

I couldnĒt help it. I started to giggle. Why do we do that? In any case, here I am madly cackling in a tub of water, clutching my glass of wine so I donĒt spill it and heĒs trying to get on one knee. It was beautifully absurd, and as the tears started spilling down my cheeks I put down my glass and nodded because I couldnĒt speak.

When I woke up this morning, all sore and stuff, I had a moment of panic. My first marriage was a complete disaster. Why do it again? Then I remembered why. I am marrying the sweetest, most thoughtful man in the world who loves me completely. He has been right by my side through a lot of pain that I have recently gone through and there is no reason to doubt his continued assistance through the years. I can trust him because I know his heart is pure and his love for me is eternal. And thatĒs enough sweet shit for one day. Bottom line is this: He and I are a perfect match and itĒs silly to get hung up on small things that have already happened. Each day I wake up is a new day to rewrite history. End of story.

 

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