My sister has a far more romantic story about all the elaborate planning and execution that my brother-in-law went through in order to execute the perfect proposal under Washington Arch in New York City, where they'd met. Eldest Daughter and I love that story because it features Grumpy!Sister rather prominently, and as this sister is exceptionally good-natured and even-tempered, it's a story that features a rara avis, and it furthermore has a Very Happy Ending, and who doesn't love one of those? In any case, my sister married The Master of the Perfect Gesture, and this story she tells is a fine example.
I married The Master of the Earnest Gesture. Mostly they are heartfelt and terribly endearing. Sometimes they fall amazingly flat and are terribly endearing. The key thing is that he's always doing his very best, and putting his whole heart into it.
My college friends, when we returned to campus engaged for our senior year all wanted to hear my engagement story. They found turning to me on the couch and simply asking if I would marry him to be... a bit practical. They wanted to know how he presented the ring, then. Did he do anything special for that? No, he called from his folk's house after he got home and had told them about the engagement, and asked what kind of ring I wanted. Was I set on a diamond? No. I was set on a not-diamond. Whatever he wanted, but I've never been into diamonds. They had some Burmese sapphires that came down in the family, would that do? Sure. So I have a ring that sparkles and changes color depending on the light that hits it. It can be variously blue, brown, pink, green, and purple. This did not seem to my friends like a "proper" engagement. No fancy proposal on bended knee. No pulling forth a ring carefully picked to be exactly to my taste without my knowing. Dull, dull, dull.
Well it's my engagement, my story, my marriage, and I like it, which is what matters.
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My sister has a far more romantic story about all the elaborate planning and execution that my brother-in-law went through in order to execute the perfect proposal under Washington Arch in New York City, where they'd met. Eldest Daughter and I love that story because it features Grumpy!Sister rather prominently, and as this sister is exceptionally good-natured and even-tempered, it's a story that features a rara avis, and it furthermore has a Very Happy Ending, and who doesn't love one of those? In any case, my sister married The Master of the Perfect Gesture, and this story she tells is a fine example.
I married The Master of the Earnest Gesture. Mostly they are heartfelt and terribly endearing. Sometimes they fall amazingly flat and are terribly endearing. The key thing is that he's always doing his very best, and putting his whole heart into it.
My college friends, when we returned to campus engaged for our senior year all wanted to hear my engagement story. They found turning to me on the couch and simply asking if I would marry him to be... a bit practical. They wanted to know how he presented the ring, then. Did he do anything special for that? No, he called from his folk's house after he got home and had told them about the engagement, and asked what kind of ring I wanted. Was I set on a diamond? No. I was set on a not-diamond. Whatever he wanted, but I've never been into diamonds. They had some Burmese sapphires that came down in the family, would that do? Sure. So I have a ring that sparkles and changes color depending on the light that hits it. It can be variously blue, brown, pink, green, and purple. This did not seem to my friends like a "proper" engagement. No fancy proposal on bended knee. No pulling forth a ring carefully picked to be exactly to my taste without my knowing. Dull, dull, dull.
Well it's my engagement, my story, my marriage, and I like it, which is what matters.