Friday, November 21, 2008
At long last, Scott Staples and I are engaged and if you were to ask him, he'd be quick to tell you this was no easy task.
I decided a few months ago that I was ready and simply had no reservations at all.
This is an about-face from last year. In July 2007, when he presented me with a little jewelry box on my birthday I was terrified that it contained an engagement ring.
When I made up my mind a few months ago, of course Scott was the first person I told.
After time, I began telling those close to me, "I'm ready!"
The reactions were the same unilaterally. Agog, to the person, the response was, "You?!?!"
Getting engaged, though, is a whole 'nother story.
I have foiled more attempts than I can count, but my favorite is the Halloween try.
Scott had gone to the grocery store and bought a cute little Starbucks teddy bear dressed up as a pumpkin. It was holding a little basket (lined with satiny material and empty) that was also shaped like a pumpkin.
When he walked in the door, I saw the bear through the grocery bag and asked, "Who's the bear for?"
"Sarah," he replied. Sarah's his white dog that absolutely adores stuffed animals.
No sooner did Scott get his jacket off than I picked up the bear, set it on the counter, took off a ring I was wearing, put it in the basket and said, "Look hunny! Isn't that interesting at how perfectly it holds something like, oh, um, I don't know-a ring!" I thought I was hinting in a very charming way.
Instead, I'd just sucked all the wind from his sails.
My son said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Good goin' mom. You ruined it. That's what it was for." When I insisted he must be kidding, Dennis simply said, "It's true. He told me in the car on the way home."
Finally, this past Sunday, Scott said simply, "I need to talk to you."
He sat me down and started talking about how life has been for him for the past 20 or so years. Then his conversation transitioned into how it's changed ever since he met me in 2005.
At last, the words came.
"Will you marry me?"
No fancy tricks, no stuffed animals--simply a heartfelt declaration of his love for me.
And frankly, I wouldn't have had it any other way.