For Columbus Day
weekend we went to KY, his sister's farm, for the annual Octoberfest/Family
Gathering. Saturday was the big meal day. We cooked up a lamb, several side
dishes, and had an Iron Chef - main ingredient Pumpkin competition. There were
probably close to 40 people (both friends and family) and 7 or 8 dogs running
around, including Lindy.
That evening,
after frantically running around the kitchen finalizing our entries, Aaron
needed to get outside to cool off. Grabbing my glass of Pouilly-Fuisse we walked
up the hill a little. Chattering away as I often do, telling him how much fun
I'm having, how I've always wanted to have that sort of family/friends
lifestyle, Aaron turns to me and asks me if I truly mean it. Am I not
overwhelmed? Is it not too much? Can I really handle the craziness that is his
family? My answer is of course I can handle it, that I love his family.
Expecting a great big hug and kiss, instead I get a boyfriend pulling a ring out
of his pocket and asking me to marry him. He has tears, I have tears, all I can
think is "don't drop the wineglass" . . . and then I think I say yes, I
definitely take the ring. He takes the wine from me, I put the ring on my
finger, then I get practical. Where's my on one knee??? So he drops to one knee
and asks again. Of course I said yes. We sat up on the hill for a little while,
calming down and drying eyes. Then we headed back into the house where I showed off my ring. Only to find out he'd already shown them. Oh well, I can show it off here . . .
