finally

A little over a year ago, Hon randomly agreed to go to my work's annual fundraising banquet. Now that we're honest with ourselves, we call it the last of our dating-not-dating dates. All summer we had been hanging out as "friends and drinking buddies," and it wasn't until a conversation after the banquet that led Hon to pray about (for all of 12 hours) asking me to become "friends and drinking buddies" and a little more.

This year, we went to the banquet again. Nothing special. Afterwards we ended up sitting in his room chatting. Hon grabbed a box from his closet and sat down with me on his bed and he said something like this:

"As you know, I've been praying about this for a while. I thought of....Look me in the eye. No, look up! Megan, you have to look me in the eye when I say this. Ok, so I thought of doing something big and going all out, but I realize that's not really us. And so as I prayed about it more, I just wanted to get you alone and tell you: I'm not doing this because I feel pressured, or because your friends keep asking about the ring. I'm doing this because I want to marry you. So, will you marry me?"

Then I said: "Damn straight I will."

Just kidding. I was too emotional to say anything but "Yes" and hug him for something like 15 minutes.



It amuses me how silly I got. I knew this was coming. In fact, Hon and I have been wedding planning for the last two and a half months. When we started talking about engagement, I discovered that two of the most important ladies in my life are international and would only be able to make it if we chose July. With a narrow window (in wedding planning world) of 11 months, we decided to start. Venues are set and deposits are paid.

There has never been any doubt that Hon was going to marry me next July.

All the while, becoming official-official is bizarro-land. My hand is shinier. My fingers feel weird because they're still adjusting. But it's not really this small physical difference. I have a new name. A new title. And it makes all the difference.