I spent the afternoon boiling corned beef and adding carrots, potatoes, and cabbage with dangerous splashes (I adore cooking, but my natural clumsiness always works against me). I turned off the stove and dashed out for cupcake supplies, (which I had forgotten of course) returned, got the stove up and running again and cooked up some mighty fine traditional Irish grub if I may say so myself.
|The beautiful ring Ryan gave me, it's an estate piece|
from the 1920's! And art deco! I love it so much.
Earlier in the day I had written a post promising that I was going to try and stay optimistic this St. Patrick's day and keep an eye out for magic. I finished cooking dinner, lit some green candles, and spread the table with plates. Ryan came home and we ate together, joking and laughing and talking over our days as usual. I asked if he'd like his tea topped off, and when I returned from the kitchen he crossed the living room and dropped to one knee, catching me around the waist with one arm. "Will you marry me?" he asked, opening a fuzzy little black box.
We had been discussing marrying lately, and now it turns out he'd been sending me clues all along in texts (I received one two days ago from him that read " ) All the same I was taken off guard so happily. Of course I said yes, and now St. Patrick's day will most certainly remain a day of magic!
I know how corny that last sentence must sound, and before falling in love with Ryan I would have been the first to gag, but I just can't help feeling marvelously, wonderfully, terrifically happy! I feel incredibly blessed to have found someone who is in every way my other half. And soon will very literally be my other half!
|St. Patrick's day 2011 for the win!|