Feeling Nostalgic -

I’ve been up since 4 am, and call me a sap, but I’ve been thinking about my husband. I know. He sleeps right next to me, but he fills my attention even throughout the night. This could be because I love him so much, or it could be because he sleeps on his back which causes him to snore like a lumberjack matching his beard.

Regardless, I started thinking about the day we got engaged. How about a trip down memory lane with me?

I always refer to our engagement as the best Martin Luther King Jr. Day ever. I had the day off work, and Mike was still in school. He came down to see me and had an entire day planned. We went to mass in the morning, and I started to feel something happening. I was sure that I was getting engaged after church. I did not.

We then were going to stop by my parents’ house to pick up my skis and his snowboard, but Mike said we had another stop to make. He took me to a salon where I had the most wonderful massage and manicure. I had always told Mike that I wanted a manicure when we got engaged because everyone wants to see that bling! I knew at this point that it had to be soon. I even said to him, “You know, manicures really only last a week at most…”

Mike picked me up from the salon to take me back to my parents’ so we could go skiing. I’m thinking, “my nails are wet.”

After arriving, Mike shuffled me upstairs to my room where he stood looking at me so proudly. The rest went like this:

Jenna: (being a very focused individual) Oh, you made my bed. Thank you!

Mike: Do you notice anything else?

Jenna: (looking around…)

Mike: Look around, honey.

Jenna: Flowers! Thank you, honey. You’re so sweet.

Mike: Where is that old ring that your mom gave you?

Jenna: In my jewelry box.

Mike: Go get it.

Jenna: (opening box and realizing a much more sparkly ring was in its place along with the sweetest note)

Mike: bloop blop bleep. bleep balp boop. shme shma shmo.

My husband is not an idiot; I just have no idea what he said at this point because I was so over the moon. I know I screamed. I know we hugged. I know I said yes. But the words just escape me.

Six months later we were married, and now Ellen is on her way. We don’t waste time in these parts. But why would we want to? I love Michael so very much, and I look forward to every event and challenge we will share. I’m just not totally willing to go back to bed right now and listen to the chainsaw…