This is how HE remembers the all important event:I tossed a ring at you, said, “you better say yes,” and then I burped.
This is what SHE remembers:
HE was hinting for over a week that he had decided what to give me for my Thanksgiving-Christmas-Valentines-Birthday Gift. On a day after four hours of sleep when I was in the middle of internship application deadlines, conference presentations, and faculty drama I came in to Huson just to get a hug-and-a-kiss from Michael before I went back to school. My hair was in a wigged out greasy ponytail, no makeup, clothes from the bottom of the laundry basket, and my deodorant was probably not even working. Michael didn’t notice how much of a mess I was, as he proudly displayed his first buck of the season. Heck, he was mucked up himself with deer guts.
I wondered why he was acting nervous when he dragged me downstairs but then HE said, “I’m not that good with words, so here you go…hope you say yes.” Sometime later after all the screaming and laughter, I realized later why I love him so much. I asked why he proposed on a day when I was a frightful mess and HE said, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT - YOU ARE GORGEOUS!?”
And that is OUR story

