Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Engagaversary?


Well, I don't know if that is a word, but it is now. This morning at breakfast, Peter told the kids, eight years ago today, he proposed to me. He proceeded to tell them the story and I thought it would be fun to share. I lived with my room mate Beth in a second floor apartment. I had five windows in my room, (my favorite bedroom up until this house where I have five as well) and it was quarter to five in the morning. I am NOT a morning person. I had worked late the night before and was, of course, sleeping when I heard tapping on a window. I thought I was dreaming, but it persisted, so I got up and started pulling shades until I found where the noise came from. It was Peter on a ladder, with a bouquet of Lilacs, one of my favorite spring flowers. I said, and I quote, "ah that was sweet but why didn't you just use the door? What time is it anyway?" Am I a romantic or what? He told me it was 4:45 and I told him, "WHAT?! I am going to bed. See you at seven." Really, I am so clueless, I mean he just climbed up a ladder to my window! He then knelt next to my bed (because I was already back in bed by the time he climbed in through the window) and said, "Amber, I love you, will you marry me?" Of course I said "YES". So every year when the lilacs come out I remember one of the best days of my life.

1 comment:

kmnop said...

HAPPY ENGAGAVERSARY!!!

There should be a word for that :)

Noelle