I got a practice run. I’d been working on my proposal spiel, wandering between simple and profound. The weekend before I proposed, our youngest PA niece (just turned nine) cornered me and asked, “Are you going to ask Aunt Debbie to marry you!”

“I certainly plan to! I’m just waiting until we go to Illinois to meet my parents for the first time, but the — ”

“Ask her now!”

“No, honey, we nee — ”

“Ask her now!”

“See, I —”

“Ask her now!”

Ever argued with a determined nine-year-old? Compromise!

“Joelle, how about a rehearsal?”

“Okay! JARID! WE’RE HAVING A REHEARSAL!”

Jarid, six, came and took a seat next to his sister and didn’t ask questions. I gathered up my quizzical girlfriend, explained what was happening, put her in a chair in front of the kids, and delivered my artfully crafted proposal. I waited for applause.

Joelle was staring at me. “So… are you going to ask her to marry you?”

Huh? Mental review… mental review… Crap! Set up the deal, forgot to close. Okay, worth noting for next week. Add “Will you marry me?” to the end.

The actual proposal is another story (and a surprise, despite what you’d think), but when Deb said Yes she did before I finished my spiel. And again, three words later. And again. <sigh> So she only really listened to the first draft.

Husband & retiree. Developer, tech writer, & IT geek. I fill what’s empty, empty what’s full, and scratch where it itches. Occasionally do weird & goofy things.

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