On Sunday January 11th, my best friend Samuel asked me to marry him. The engagement was complete with snow, letters, trees, a ring, tears, and even a "yes." It was, pretty freaking amazing. I like our rings a lot. We were really fortunate to have two rings passed down from Samuel's grandmothers, one on each side of the family. I think it's pretty neat, wearing symbols from those who have gone before us. (Plus, my ring is about the prettiest thing I've ever seen.) We decided that we both wanted to wear engagement rings, Samuel is wearing his on his right hand until we are wed. In my mind, I think it is a nice symbol that we both get to wear to remember and display our commitment to one another. In Sam's words, "We are both having engagement rings, to stick it to patriarchy." No one is really that surprised that we chose this. I am so excited to be in the next stage of this adventure with my love. I wish I could say more, but I fall short of words when I try to express all that Sam has done for me and all that he means to me. I think the only thing I can say is that, I'm smitten. To the end. The family toasted with sparkling pear juice and we all gathered hands while Pops prayed over us.
It was my second favorite part of the day.
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