There is some exciting news around these parts, namely that I am getting married! To this guy! MARRIED!
Can you tell we are both pretty happy about it?
I think a lot of you already guessed my news the other day, when I tweeted that I was “having a REALLY GOOD DAY.” But! How did you know I didn’t receive a deposit in my bank account from a deposed Nigerian prince? Or find out I was pregnant? Or have some really excellent blueberry pancakes? Or hear news of an enemy’s demise? Huh? It could have been anything, really.
On Sunday, CW and I went out for breakfast at the Irish pub in order to celebrate Bloomsday (the date of the events of James Joyce’s Ulysses, because yes, we are nerds for Irish Modernism; who isn’t?). I did, in fact, have some really excellent blueberry pancakes there. We’d gotten an early start to the day, so after breakfast we “wound up” going on a lazy Sunday drive, which seemed quite spontaneous but must have actually been planned to land us at the beautiful arboretum on campus, where we walked around and explored for a while and then sat on a park bench and talked for a while and then he asked me to marry him. And yes I said I will yes.
It was a total surprise. Probably the best surprise ever. The moment was so perfect and sweet and my heart was all a-flutter. (Oh, and CW has excellent taste in jewelry: he chose an engagement ring in the exact style I would have picked for myself, and he did it with no suggestions from me at all. It is beautiful and I love it.)
For a long time, I didn’t imagine that I would be the kind of person who got married. It seemed like such a distant, unreal idea that I would meet and fall in love with a man who would fall in love with me right back. But I did, and he did, and now we will.