in today's "on the nature of", i mentioned that today is a day of some personal significance to me.
today marks the 10 year anniversary of when my wife and i got engaged, and i've decided to tell that story today.
my wife & i met in college. we attended a small liberal arts school and we got to know one another primarily through the school's theatre group (i was a techie; she an actor), then we became friends and finally, we became romantically involved.
we learned that summer that our parents lived only 20 minutes away from one another--so strange that we had to travel to another state to find each other.
after college, i continued living with my parents w/ an eye towards buildling up some savings before i bought an engagement ring--you see, i'd already known by then that she was the one for me. i worked my job and twice a week, we would get together at a pub that was located halfway b/n the houses. we were on very good terms w/ the bartender and wait staff--enough so that we invited two of them to our wedding. at table 12, twice a week, we talked about everything under the sun--and quite a few things that weren't. we talked about the things that matter and the things that don't; the things that drew us together and the things that served to distance us; the sublime and the silly.
after a number of years of this, i knew the time was right. a friend of mine recently got engaged and had a book i knew i would find helpful. it was a book on how to select diamonds, what the 4 "c"s mean, understand what my budget permitted, etc.
now, around that time, whenever she talked about our future together, i became noncommittal. i knew that with valentine's day coming, with as many years together as we'd had, she might expect me to pop the question, and i very much wanted to surprise her, you see.
at the time, she was tending bar at a neighborhood place. i went in and finally found one of her friends that i felt i could trust not to blab and explained my predicament: "linda, i want to buy her a ring, but i don't know what size. do you think you could--"
no sooner were the words out of my mouth when her broad smile broke out and she whispered furiously, "ed that's great, of course! wait right here".
now, my intended was working that night--i knew i had to do this on a night when she was working or the likelihood of my getting someone alone long enough to explain my intentions was really small. linda approached her a few minutes later and quite nonchalantly commented on my love's hands--something about gloves, i think it might have been. in response, she quite naturally blurted out her ring size.
i stole a glance at linda, who risked a smirk at me.
so armed and without consulting anyone else, one january saturday saw me set off for my mother's favorite jewelry store. it's a place i knew well, knew they did good work and were reliable.
selecting the diamond was the easy part--i knew i wanted quality, not carats. the diamond i bought was smaller but definitely quality--great color and clarity, standard brilliant-cut. this part took no more than 15 mins. the setting--now that was trouble. i knew already that i wanted a platinum setting--neither she nor i like gold or the look of it. for casual jewelry we favor silver, so platinum was the logical step.
the hard part was waiting until i could propose. i couldn't breathe a word of it to her. and it was killing me.
we were both still living w/ our respective parents at that time. when she told me that her parents were going away that weekend, that just made it all the better.
she offered to make dinner that night. i insisted on bringing the wine, so i packed a bottle of wine, a bottle of champagne, and the ring.
our custom is always to have a toast when we drink. when i arrived, i handed her the wine (a barbera or perhaps a cabernet, i no longer recall precisely). she disappeared to open it and poured 2 glasses. when she returned, she asked "what should we drink to?"
this was the moment i'd been waiting for the past four weeks. i pulled the box out of my pocket and flipped it open. "why don't we drink to the rest of our lives together?"
sinking to one knee, i looked up at her and asked the question that's been burning a hole in my mind for months: "will you marry me?"
she later told me that she amazed herself by not dropping the wine, or even spilling any.
that happy day was 10 years ago today. i look forward to the next ten, and beyond.
ed



