Saturday, March 28, 2009

He Snap, Crackle, Popped The Question!

The Proposal...

From Michele's Point of View:

Let's just say I had a feeling it was coming and spent just a little too much time in March wondering when (and how).

In a parking lot after a movie - What? He's getting out the car to get something out of his pocket? This is it!

A "special" trip to Taco Bell? For sure!

And then, there was a quiet night at home and we were just going about our business. Adam got up to clear the plates from dinner very quickly, with a sneaky look on his face, and something just seemed off. I said, "hey... what are you doing? and he responded with, "have you been good today? because I have a surprise for you..." Oh my goodness! THIS is it? What am I wearing? Do my nails look okay? He then proceeded to reach into the cabinet above the fridge and I kicked myself for not realizing he might have had "IT" in the house where I could have peeked. And out he pulls... a pan of Rice Krispie treats.

As he walked towards me with it, he asked what was wrong - and likened the look on my face to that of someone who just found out there is no Santa Claus. Before I happily munched on our favorite snack, I threatened physical pain if there were any more dramatic surprises before the BIG one.


From Adam's Point of View:
As I've already mentioned (and Michele describes above), surprises are pretty difficult to plan with Michele in general, much less when you know she knows it's coming. She's a planner. Me? Not so much. So, I'd see a little head tilt and a light bulb go off above her head each time we'd go somewhere.

I had a plan in place... She'd been in New York for a few days and we had plans to go to a great little Irish Bistro on Lincoln Avenue when I picked her up from the airport. I just needed to run home after work, grab the ring, make some arrangements and this is it! American Airlines had other plans, however, and canceled her flight. "Luckily," she was able to get on a flight 2 hours earlier - which meant I'd have to go straight to the airport from work and would have to put the plans on hold.

No reason I shouldn't have a little fun with her though, right? Here we are at a gorgeous restaurant - one that we'd like to get married in someday - sounds like a perfect time for hand holding across the table and a conversation about feeling like my life was "coming together."


3rd-Person Point of View:
Somehow, Michele made it to bed that night, although I'm pretty sure until the lights were off and the snoring started, she was sure it was still coming. A few days later, just after dinner...

ADAM: Hey! I thought of a way to make Rice Krispie treats even BETTER.
MICHELE (rolling her eyes in Adam's direction in a "I'm not falling for this again" kind of way): Oh yeah, how's that?
ADAM: Guess.

MICHELE: M&M's?

ADAM: No.

MICHELE: Caramel?

ADAM: No.

MICHELE (trying really, really, really hard not to get excited about the Rice Krispies OR the potential engagement): Peanut Butter?

ADAM (walking over with a foil-covered pan): Cloooose!
(pause for dramatic effect as he reaches Michele)

MICHELE (taking a deep breath): What? What?

ADAM: Nutella!

MICHELE (letting out her breath in a deep sigh): Oh. That is a great idea.
ADAM (dropping down on one knee and pulling the foil off): Oh, and also...

MICHELE (staring at the most beautiful ring she ever could have imagined in the center of a gorgeous pan of Nutella Rice Krispie treats): Yes!

ADAM: [now he actually asks her to spend the rest of her life with him in a romantic, lengthy - private - declaration]

MICHELE: Yes. Again. Still. Always.