Decisions that are made on rib night

I have news to share beyond the fact that I am updating for the third time in as many days (which is an Astorian Dream first, but also not terribly news worthy). The news instead is that I've agreed to marry a certain man who on this blog has been called everything from "guy I'm dating" to "boyfriend" and even occasionally by the enigmatic alias Chi Chi. My friend H makes fun of the fact that his appearances on this blog have always been like a shadow in the night. A bit of arm sanding a table here. A rare glimpse of face in a vacation photo there. It's funny that I keep a blog basically detailing my personal life, but seldom talk about one of the most important people in it. I guess somewhere along the way one of the lines I've drawn is that I talk about the cats I love, but not the people.

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.

Those who know me know that I'm not a wearer of jewelry. The last ring I can remember wearing is the high school class ring I somehow convinced my parents (and myself) that I would wear all the time. I'm not sure what became of that. This one is beautiful and has far more symbolism and meaning to me than my pride as a Klein High Bearkat though, so I think it will have a much better fate. This caption probably should have been its own paragraph

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.