Quick--Get the Tomatoes. I Have to Propose!

So we had friends over for dinner last night, and my stomach still hurts. Not from the food which was simple summertime grill fare, but from laughing so hard and so much. I love nights like last night--talk, laughter, stories, wine, ice cream, champagne. At our prodding, Emily recounted the recent wedding proposal story which involved her affianced nearly passing out, crying, hurrying his soon-to-be father-in-law through a grocery store trip so he could be back to propose at sunset and apparently, according to Emily, a lot of strange behaviour from Jack preceding the big moment. As goofy as the whole story sounded, my heart is warmed by their engagement, and mostly because Jack bought the ring two years ago!! He kept that ring hidden somewhere in his apartment and then their shared home, a little touchstone in a sock drawer or shoebox in the closet that represented his future, or at least his future hope. Surely he must have glanced at it every now and then while he nurtured his relationship with Emily and figured out whether destiny for them was as a pair or not. Jack told us he knew he wanted to marry Emily when he met her, and unlikely as it may seem, it worked for him. I love the idea of this glowing, beautiful diamond emitting its precious gem magic throughout their house, in the little moments and the big ones, and Jack's faith and hope. And I love that Emily said yes.