“A happy marriage is the true test of your skills in the art of femininity” Arlene Dahl, Always Ask a Man.
I guess something in this crazy 10-month long experiment has worked, because last night, during the annual Halloween parade, Ian asked me to marry him.
I had no idea this was coming. We’ve been together 8 years, so I assumed it was coming at some point, but we were walking in the parade with the Teen Center Grim Reaper puppet, and we came to a stop in front of the plaza. We posed for a picture for his parents, and when he turned me around, the teens holding the puppet had unfurled from it’s hands a banner that read “Libby, Will You Marry Me?”
Ian then got down on one knee, took off his hat and held out a ring from Wolfe Wilde jewelers. “You’ve waiting long enough,” he said. “Will you marry me?”
I was absolutely breathless. Everybody, including the mayor, cheered. People took pictures and I finally managed to gasp in the affirmative. More cheering. We walked down the rest of the parade route in a cloud.
He designed the ring; a garnet with four diamonds; two from his grandmother Inez’s watch and the one from my mother’s engagement ring (this fun fact made my mom cry). I’ll post pictures later.
Glam Girl and Reader Jen, who played in the band and goes to the teen center, summed the night up thusly–“Is the blog going to change?”
No, dear readers, I’m determined to finish out this blog as I started, but starting soon will be a spin-off blog Glam Geek Gets Wed, chronicling our planning this whole crazy thing. You don’t think I’m going to have an un-glam wedding, do you?
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