Will You Marry Me?

So, because I'm a girl and I do sorta like mushy stuff sometimes, and because I think it's fun to share, I wanted to write the story of this little item on the ring finger of my left hand. 
It was Monday, January 13.  I was at work at my first job - substitute teaching.  My assignment for the day was the Early Head Start children of the high school students, so I was watching the little people play.  Brooke had an appointment that morning, but she had texted me periodically.  After her appointment, she texted me that it had not gone the way she wanted, so she was sad.  She asked me to stop by and see her at her job before I went to my second job. 
Once I was done, I headed to her job.  I got to the place where she worked, and she gave me a great hug.  She walked me downstairs, because she knew I had to get to work.  There's a bench outside the building where she works, so she said we should sit down for a minute.  She said, I like you. I said, I like you too.  She said, so you think you could spend some time with me, maybe a lifetime?  I said, well, we've spent 14 lifetimes together (we have a thing about Erykah Badu's "Next Lifetime," where she talks about being butterflies, and we'd found out that butterflies only tend to live for a month), so I figure we could do a few more.  It was at that point she pulled out the ring box and opened it to show me the ring...  Needless to say, I was in shock.

 

So, it turns out that the appointment that morning was to go get the ring made, and she said what she did about the appointment, because she thought I was on to her and what she was up to.  We had looked at rings before, and she got exactly what I wanted - white gold, amethyst (since purple is my favorite color and I'm opposed to diamonds), and the "swirlies" - something with curves and not just a straight band.  It's a beautiful ring, and I think it took me a minute to realize what was going on.  It was quite a surprise, but I'm glad and excited.  That night, we had dinner at 2113, the place on Main Street where we first met - just seemed to make sense.
In terms of a when and where, we're discussing that, but I know we're both looking forward to sharing that day with those closest to us and each other.

"My beloved is mine, and I am hers."