Rick asked me to be his wife on July 29, 2006. The scenario was...I was in the kitchen of our new apartment putting dishes away, as usual! I stood on the counter to reach a top shelf, Rick protesting the entire time "You'll hurt yourself! Let me! Let me!" Thinking he was a fool, I promptly ignored him and stood up. BAM! I hit my head on the ceiling! I retreated to a more comfortable position on the counter and rubbed my sore noggin. Rick was sitting up on the counter with me, rubbing his knees and looking like he was about to puke (he didn't know that I noticed that!). He kept asking me if I wanted something out of the cupboard. "Of course I don't!" Over and over he asked. As I sat, rubbing my head, he pulls out the ring box and puts it into my hand..."Are you sure you don't want this?" "What is this?" I replied...feeling my heart in my throat...I knew what is was! "It's yours if you say yes...and so am I" and he hopped of the counter, got down on one knee, opened a box with the most beautiful ring I have ever seen, and asked. "YES!" We popped the champagne and celebrated amidst the chaos that was our apartment. Rick likes to think that is was the sheer corny-ness of his lines that made me say yes...I like to think it was the daze from the bump on the head. Either way, we're both in for it! Please join us as we plan our wedding (and hopefully not lose our minds in the process!).
xoxoxoxo
molly
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