Thankfully mine was no prank. 🙂
Let’s get this started by saying that the real reason for this post comes a little ways down in the post. If you’re here for that (^_^) then by all means, skip ahead. But if you’re here as a regular, well then we’ve got a few things to cover first.
So I didn’t have a Christmas post this year. Why not? Well, really I had nothing to say. I could rant about rampant commercialism, but I do that all year long; Christmas only accentuates it. I could muse over the true meaning of Christmas, but I feel like I would have been a broken record of everything from Charlie Brown and beyond (really, who isn’t trying to point people to their “true meaning of Christmas”?) I could list my presents, but that is long, boring and egotistical. I could give a narrative of events but that would lead to similar result. I suppose the best thing I could have done (and should have done, in hindsight,) would have been merely to post a very short blog wishing everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy Holidays.
So while I could have blogged a post, and perhaps should have given at least my best wishes, it wasn’t to be. For the record, I had a great Christmas and I hope you all did as well. 🙂
The upcoming New Years is kinda looking like a disappointment. Katie is working that evening until the ball drops (you know, when it’s re-played on the local stations, anyway…) and so it looks like it’s going to be just me and the fam. Maybe we’ll play scrabble?
But despite what I imagine will be a quiet year changeover, I’m still going to make a few Resolutions. Since it’s hard to tell what resolutions are impossible, unlikely or probable, I’ll just go the distance and write up all my resolutions and hope for the best. If you shoot with a shotgun you don’t have to have as good an aim, right? Let’s get started.
1. Get to sleep before 2 again.
2. Start exercising again.
3. Stop being late for everything.
4. Save up for a new car.
5. Freaking read or return “The Scourge of God” already.
6. Run a successful Rough Writers Annual Writing Contest.
7. Enter said contest.
8. Do well in my studies for teaching certification.
9. Finish Jaine.
10. Hang out with Steve and Brandon on a more regular basis.
11. Outline my long-term plans for my regular D&D game.
12. Write up a plan for what I’m going to do immediately after my last day of schooling and have it well thought out.
13. Get Married to Katie ^_^ ❤
hm…. Looks good to me. How about you all, any resolutions you've made for yourselves? Be sure to add them in the comments below. And tell me what you think I should add to mine!
Okay. Now on to the main event, eh?
World, as of around 10:15 p.m. December 28, 2010, on a rainy and chilly night, I became engaged to Katie Guth, my long-time girlfriend. Wow… that sounds kinda clinical, doesn't it? I'm freaking engaged, you guys! 😀 ❤ ❤ ❤
As much a record for myself as an artifact for you to peruse, I'm going to recount the events of the day that pertained to hat special event, and describe what happened in detail from my point of view. So then, let's begin.
The plan to propose to Katie has been stewing and formulating since much earlier this year. September at least. Katie and I talked about it at some point, because neither of us are shy over the idea of our wedding and marriage. We even nailed down what rings we wanted for our Engagement and for our Marriage. We're such nerds. Below I'll show you the engagement rings (yes, I'm going to have one too). Both of which come from the Wheel of Time book series.
Here's Katie's, an Aes Sedai ring with a serpent biting its own tail, essentially a symbol of time, recreation and eternity, also called Ouroboros in the real world, which has existed as a symbol as far back as ancient Egypt. (We only really got it because of the Wheel of Time though. We are such geeks.) –
[We’re going to have to get it re-sized, unfortunately. The size we were told when we got our fingers sized up at Zales was a half-size too small, aparently.]
And Here’s what will be mine, an Asha’man ring with the symbol of the Dragon on it. It has no significant real-world equivalent. The symbol is representative of the Dragon Reborn, whom they serve, and as such is not far from a phoenix in its representation of rebirth and the power to destroy or preserve. –
I’m keeping our wedding rings a secret until the actual wedding day (and no, we do not know when yet.) Anyway, we picked out our rings and we even got our fingers sized at a Jewler (pretended we were there to look at their wares.) In addition to all that, a plan of exactly what I wanted to do had been forming for some time. I already knew what I wasn’t going to do. Nothing too fancy. No hidden rings in food or drink. I wanted it to be uniquely us. I also knew one thing I had to do, but was resistant of doing. I was going to have to write a poem. Not because it’s some traditional yim-yam, but because writing is apart of who I am.
I had wanted to propose as early as sometime shortly after my Birthday; specifically, right between hers and mine. But her schedule didn’t work out for it, and I didn’t have the poem ready, and so it was postponed. Those two things were convenient excuses for not proposing all the way up through a couple of days ago. I realized that I was seriously running out of time if I was going to propose before the year was over, which was something I was determined to do, and that the 28th was the only day when Katie got off any earlier than 10 p.m. I went to sleep the night before wondering when I should propose, and was I ready yet.
That morning was an unpleasant time for me. I was having bowel issues and I kept waking up with need of the restroom’s services. While I lay in bed waiting to fall back asleep after one of these trips I thought to myself, almost out of nowhere, “Today I might get married,” and then I drifted off to sleep. Of course what my sleep-addled brain meant was I might get engaged, but I defend its goofy sleepy weirdness with the fact that if one is to become engaged to another, then marriage must be an important factor in that thought process. Anyway, it was a thought that would stick with me when I actually woke up, for good, in a few hours.
I had always wanted to avoid proposing after Katie came home from work because I knew that she would be tired, and would probably have had an unpleasant day. I didn’t relish the idea of her coming home unhappy right before the proposal. But here I was, less than a week from the New Year, and every remaining day she was working. The 28th was my last good chance to propose, as it was the night she got off work the earliest.
I wasn’t sure if I was going to propose that day or not when I decided that one way or the other I was at least going to finish the poem. So I sat down and wrote the rest of the poem in a flourish. I was surprised at how little time I spent laboring over it. Suddenly I was there with the poem in my hands and no excuses any more for putting the proposal off. Still, I debated myself until around seven that evening when I finally decided that it was time.
For the next hour and a half I rallied the help and materials I needed. I got the ring out from its hiding spot. I printed out the poem. I put a pair of pants in the dryer. I asked my brother to drop me off at Katie’s place and for my sister to take some money and go buy a rose and bring it to me there while I prepared.
Ben dropped me off around 8:30 and I set my plan into motion.
It was quite simple. I took a pad of large sticky notes and a pen with me, and I wrote notes on each one and spread them around the house. Each note would have a message from me, talking about our relationship together and an obvious hint that lead to the location of the next note (I even underlined it.) The plan was that, when she got home, she would see the first note on the door, enter the duplex and follow the notes until it lead her back to the front door where she’d open it and I’d be there. It would have been impossible without the key she gave me when she first moved in. It also required me to be very sneaky. I had Ben drop me off so that my car wouldn’t give away the fact that I was there, and I had to slip out of the back door and sneak around to the front when she arrived.
That was the plan.
I got there and went to work, writing out detailed notes and sticking them up around the duplex. Kimberly arrived after a while with the white rose (much better than the pink roses which were the only other option) and she wished me luck before driving off.
This isn't, you know... THE rose, but it is A rose, and thus useful for illustration purposes...
It took a while, but I finally got all the notes laid out. I looked over the poem a couple more times, thought over exactly what I was supposed to do, and settled down to wait.
And wait. And wait. Finally Katie called me around 9:30. Turns out that Katie got off late that night after working a lousy shift while watching over the self check-out lanes. Customers gave her a bad time, apparently. I wasn’t happy to hear that, but at least she was relieved to be coming home. We talked for a while, and I studiously avoided any hints as to where I was while she went shopping for some lunch-meats. When she finally left the store she told me that she might go straight to my house instead of to her duplex to change.
Instant panic. I assured her that it would be fine if she went home and changed first. She insisted that she was comfortable in the clothes she was wearing. I insisted again. So did she. I finally told her that she needed to go to her duplex and check her front door for something, making it sound sneakily like I had left a gift for her there or something to that effect. She grew curious and tried to prod the secret or any hints out of me but I managed to decline such efforts. Thankfully, despite giving up the pure surprise of it, she decided to go to her duplex and check it out. We said goodbye, and hung up, and I got ready to slip out the back door.
I waited ten minutes before doing so, knowing that she had to get gas in her car first, and that she’d take a while. As I waited out on the back porch, clutching my poem and rose while trying not to slip in the mud, I watching the rain pour from the little overhang. I took a minute to pray, and thank God for a world in which I could have met and fallen in love with Katie. It was a nice, if anxious, moment before the event. Finally, I saw her headlights from around the side of the house, and heard her drive up and park. It seemed to take her forever to get out of her car and head for the door. When I heard the car door shut I snuck around the side of the house and sidled up to the large bush that sits next to her parking spot and the corner of her duplex. I peered warily out from around the wet leaves as the sky drizzled down on me. Katie was standing at the front door still, so I waited. It felt like I waited for a very long time before she finally went in. Turns out she was texting me that she had made it home.
I quickly went up to the door, got my poem ready, and waited.
Now, let’s get into a little more detail of exactly what was going to happen. When Katie got to the front door she read the following note:
“Follow the Sticky-Notes:
Good evening, my love! This is simple. Each note indicates the location of the next not. Folow them in order to see where the trail ends!”
“I remember when I first saw your Roper-boardie screename, “Mysty,” on my Computer Monitor.”
This lead her into her bedroom where her computer monitor sat, with the following note stuck to it,
“Over time, our online friendship blossomed into something more, though I suppose we didn’t know how much more at the time.
We would discover that we had many thins in common. These things aren’t the only reason we fell in love, but they provide a fun and strong basis for part of our attraction together.
“We bonded over our love of The Wheel of Time.”
This lead to her bookshelf where another note was stuck in front of the Wheel of Time series,
“For the first time I had someone to talk with about WoT, someone who loved it just as much as me.
And there were many other things we had in common too. Such as our love of videogames. Halo particularly stands out as a game we both loved.”
This lead to her videogame collection, where the following note was stuck to her collector’s edition of Halo: Reach,
“But Halo was only the beginning. We shared our love of all things gaming, from Mario to Ezio. Though I often jabbed you a bit over your love of the Xbox, I always knew that you loved all games, and that endeared you to me even more.
But my favorite part of your love of gaming is how we play together. Gears of War 2 is still one of my favorite experiences with you.”
This lead to her copy of Gears of War 2 on the shelf above,
“I loved our banter and our silly gay-love jokes, but I loved it all because of you.
“There were many other kinds of games we learned to love too. Games that we couldn’t just play together, but with friends.
“Games like D&D.”
This lead to my collection of D&D reference books in the next room over, and the note stuck on them,
“And playing D&D together with Ashley and Adrian has been loads of fun, but some of my favorite times are still the ones we spend alone together.
“Making personal movies that last a lifetime, like watching Stardust together.”
This lead to her movie collection where another note was stuck to the shelf in front of Stardust,
“I love the fact that we have a movie that is ‘Our Movie,’ and I kinda wish we had ‘Our Song’ and stuff too. But our love still goes deeper than that.
“It’s also about the little things that I love, like sharing cups of Hot Coffee together.”
This lead to her coffee maker where a note was stuck on top,
“Sometimes you’d make breakfast, like french toast, or scrambled eggs, and I loved to watch you. Breakfast always tasted better when you made it.
Other small things also stick out in my mind. Like shopping together. Cuddling. Watching TruTV on cold winter mornings. Everything you do with me makes me enjoy it more.
“And of course [REDACTED]”
This would lead elsewhere in the duplex where there was another note,
“Being able to be so close to you, to share so much with you, is something I am eternally grateful for.
“Truly, God has brought us together. I am glad that, whatever our differences in dogma or specific beliefs, we can both still revel in His Word together.”
This would lead to her Bible which I placed on top of her laptop, with another note,
“I’m so glad I’ve found someone with whom I can truly confide everything with. I can share my soul with you.
“You no longer have just my picture, you have me!”
This would lead her to a photo of me on her shelf in the living room where there was this final note,
“You have me for now and for ever. Even for eternity, God willing.
“And so, tonight, between Christmas and a brand new year, I think we should open the Front Door to our future together and walk through hand-in-hand.”
When she opened the front door I was standing there, having snuck around as I described above. I handed her the white rose, and read this poem that I’ve posted below. I’ve acknowledged that it is perhaps the cheesiest thing I’ve written in years, and I’m not saying it’s good poetry, but I think what’s important is how much what I said meant to me,
I moved my mouse and clicked
On another forum thread.
Though I normally haunted Intel,
I wondered what those of “Talk In Here” had said.
And as I perused, the roperboards that night,
A username caught my eye.
She called herself “Mysty,”
And I’ve never found out why.
And I didn’t think to ask.
Not for the first year or so.
Not even when I saw her at Cornerstone,
A festival of musical bands and shows.
It was a long time after that,
and it’s hard to pinpoint when,
we started talking together,
And became close friends.
We discovered more and more,
that we made a really good match.
And one night we finally decided
to try a relationship for a patch.
That night, April 4, didn’t seem so significant then,
But as the years have gone by,
I can’t imagine what life would be like
If we hadn’t given this a try.
The next Cornerstone we met again,
Now caught in burgeoning love.
And we spent time at concerts, in tents,
And we became sure this was something from above.
In the years since then, we’ve traveled to and fro.
Oklahoma, Texas, Illinois and more,
Distance wouldn’t stop us.
Happiness was a train-ticket away for the one I adore.
Gradually we met each others families,
And though we were intimidated,
Most often we found ourselves welcomed,
and knew it wouldn’t be so bad to be related.
Apartments went and duplexes came,
and you eventually you found your way to Texas.
You never knew fully my joy at having you near,
never again of distance being envious.
I could never have picked a more perfect person
to love with all my heart.
And our similarities would become more obvious
Let me show you, in part.
If the wheel weaves as the wheel wills,
Then it wove our lives together.
Some days passionate as the roaring darkness flame,
Other’s as light as blue phoenix feathers.
Your phasers locked on me while my shields were down,
and you’re awaiting the words, “engage.”
We’ve reached the end of another chapter,
And together we’ll turn that page.
I feel I’ve already made my Covenant with you,
that you’re already a Halo around my heart.
I’m just waiting to get this co-op hot.
Player 2, press start.
You waved your wand and we took off,
A flying car for two.
You must have aced Flitwick’s class,
Cause I’ve been charmed by you.
When I’ve got a screw loose, you fix me up,
More like an automail head, than arm.
But though sometimes I’m as clunky as a suit of armor,
I’d do anything to protect you from harm.
Sometimes we go toe to toe,
Lightsaber versus Zanpakto.
Though you’re sometimes more frustrating than the 13 court guard squads,
You’re still my only hope.
If you were the one ring I couldn’t drop you,
You’ve rolled a Critical D20 vs. Will.
I trust you, because you’re precious to me.
If I’m bloodied, you’d never move in for the kill.
My point is, we’re geeky nuts,
and I’d have it no other way.
Our bonds are all the deeper,
because together we love, we cry, we play.
We already have two kids,
the furry little tarts.
Two squabbling brothers who love us both,
are nestled in our hearts.
There are so many things we share in common,
But they’re only a part of why I love you.
Your beautiful face, your soft smooth skin,
And though you tire of hearing it, your eyes are lovely too.
I could hold you for hours on end,
We could snuggle, cuddle and squeeze.
The fire of your warmth is only matched,
By the flame that’s within me.
Your kindness and your care,
Are your graces and your gifts.
And when I see you smile
My spirit fully lifts.
I look forward to the days ahead
and all that our life together will bring.
Wherever we live, whoever we know,
you are my only dream.
One day, we’ll have kids
and a home of our own.
And yes, there will be trials
harder than any we’ve known.
But through happiness and heartache,
When we’ve laughed, loved and cried,
I know I’ll be fine
As long as you’re by my side.
I want to hold you now,
in the future, and forever.
And I think I know for sure,
That God meant us to be together.
So I extend my hands
and pray to God.
And thank him for the blessing
He’s given this unworthy sod.
Katie, I love you,
And I swear I always will.
Even when we get angry,
You make my life fulfilled.
By now I’m sure you know what’s coming.
I know that you can see.
But let me be plain, here and now.
Please, Katie, would you marry me?
As I said the last stanza, I pulled out the ring, went to one knee and said the last line while holding it out to her. I was overjoyed when she immediately said, “Yes!” ^_^
We texted our families the good news and posted it to facebook. Katie spent some time on the phone with her mom. We went out to eat at Whataburger afterward and spent loads of time talking. A lot of it was me explaining how I put it all together, how long I’d been planning it, etc. As well as what we plan on for the future. Eventually we went back to my place, where we were congratulated in person by my family and then we spent the rest of the evening watching Star Trek: TNG.
All in all, it was a great night, and a great start to our future together. ^___^
– Edward L. Cheever II