After showing the ring to my mother in Delaware, I stopped off at Amybear's mother's place in Northern Virginia. We chatted for a while and, like all good mothers, she insisted I eat something. We discussed the preparations for the wedding and talked about how the families would react to my being Christian and Amy being a Jew. The more Orthodox part of Amy's family is going to have a hard time with it.
I drove on into the night and arrived at Amybear's apartment at around 8pm. Because she had no idea I was coming, I decided to have a little fun. I bought a cell phone just for this purpose several weeks ago. Amybear did not know it existed. So I walked up to her door, ring and phone in hand, and dialed her number.
Unbeknownst to me, Amybear had been taking a nap. She woke up a wee bit groggy. "Hey I thought you were at a Bible Study thing," she said.
"I miss you," I replied, expertly dodging the question of where exactly I was."Awww, I miss you too."
"I wish you were here," I said leadingly.
"No, your supposed to be here" said she.
"Well what would you do if I was?"
"I don't know..."
"Why don't you open your front door and find out."
So she opened the door and there I was, a day early with ring in hand. Amybear was in a state of shock. I had expected her to start tearing up at this point, but she was just too surprised. She insisted I come inside and said that I had to do it right. So I got down on one knee and asked her to marry me. She said yes, but that I wasn't supposed to be here until tomorrow. She hadn't finished cleaning the bathroom yet and she still needed to go to the grocery store.
I laughed. She looked down at the ring on her finger and kept asking me if I was really here or if she was still sleeping. Finally about ten minutes later it started to sink in. She called her parents and teared up a bit. I called mine and told them to pass the word.
"You got me good. You really got me good." And so I had, and she's mine for the rest of my life.
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