You thought I was going to post about how romantic it is to have my hub home on the range again, huh? huh? huh?
Well this post isn't about me and my fairy tale life, it's about three of my students who all got engaged while my hub was out of town.
How cruel and unusual is that?
First was WOLFGANG! My favorite student, (until he wanted to push Jean Val Jean down the stairs).
So he writes a message in a bottle and buries it in the sand for his girlfriend to find. Personally I think it would have been more romantic if he had cast the bottle into the ocean and waited until it washed ashore. It would have been worth it to see if it was true love.
Next was Wil. As the story goes, he takes his girlfriend to England to his grandmother's beautiful garden--the size of a golf course, he says.
Apparently it's a marvelous night in England--the kind Van Morrison writes songs about. He and his girl do some moon dancing and then he takes her for a loverly stroll through the woods until they come upon a clearing where he has spelled out Will You Marry Me with candles.
How many freakin' candles does it take to ask someone to marry you? That's what I want to know.
(Well I do know, actually, because I asked. She's an eighty-candle woman.)
Last, but not least was Adam. And, as misfortune would have it, I just so happened to see the whole thing because I had taken my children to the theater to culturize them. We were watching The Princess Bride and Adam was playing Inigo Montoya when SUDDENLY! he pulls his real life girlfriend on stage and says "Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya, WILL YOU MARRY ME!"
(It would have been more romantic (and truthful) if he had added the "prepare to die" part.
I got engaged on Halloween. Creepy huh?
But it was fitting because the first time my hub told me he loved me was on Halloween.
Actually his exact words were "I think I love you," but something about the way he was kissing me made me believe it.
Four Halloweens later we were dressed as Michael and Janet Jackson and carving into a pumpkin when I found the ring.
He got down on one knee and said, "I think I want to marry you."
Then I jumped up and down and said, "I think I want to marry you too."
We've been living happily ever after ever since. (I think).
I would like to pass on to Wolfgang and Wil and Adam the same advice I received from my Gigi, who was struck by lightening 3 times but went on to survive a happily-ever-after marriage (until my Papa died) for some 60 odd years.
Drumroll, please . . .
TURN AND RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN!!!!