|The first picture of us together on this blog.|
Anyway, I'm making an exception here because I'm very excited about this and because I'm awkward and terrible at disseminating news any other way. The proposal was perfect. Quiet and at home. He ordered a rack of ribs from an Astorian haunt known for it's Rockin' Rib Wednesdays and brought me roses. One of the finer and more romantic combinations out there. I'm excited to be spending the rest of my life with someone who feels the same way.
Beyond his love of barbecue, his skill as a photographer, his willingness to sand and stencil a table perfectly to my ill conceived vision, and his grand luck at winning theater tickets, he has too many wonderful qualities to list. He is one of the most generous and thoughtful people I have ever met. He is smart and funny and kind and all the other traits that sound so cliche when I list them out, but I suppose I can't help that. I won't gush too much, but then again, now is the time I probably should because it's the only time it won't seem insufferable.
At any rate, thanks for all the well wishes! Sam (yep, that's his name--another Astorian Dream first) and I have appreciated all of them.