My 200th post

You know, kids say the darnedest things.

Last Wednesday, I was dropping off The Girl at Preschool when I was called over to the side by one of her teachers. Oh shit, I thought, what happened? That's old thinking from The Boy, who started getting in trouble at the age of 18 months (he wouldn't stop throwing sand at people and would hit other kids at the daycare) and hasn't stopped since. This was The Girl, however, so I should have known better.

Teacher: [with sly look on her face] 'Is there something we should know?'
Me: 'Um, I don't think so...What's up?'
Teacher: "Your daughter informed us yesterday, Ms. Fauve, that we need to start saving our flowers for the wedding."
Me: [with WTF?!?! look on my face]
Teacher: "The Girl says you're getting married. Are you getting married?" [grin on her face]
Me: [with WTF?!?! look on my face]
The Girl: [looking up at me with sheepish grin on her face]
Me: [with WTF?!?! look on my face]

I spent the weekend at The Thing's house, which is always nice and relaxing but especially this weekend in comparison to last weekend's 4 days with the kids. We went to see Junior Brown and spent a lot of time cuddling and being totally addicted to Six Feet Under (I just started Season 4 so shhhhhh! No spoiling shit for me).

Around lunch time Sunday, I remembered The Girl's story above and told Thing about it. His response? 'I like that idea' and a big grin on his face.
Me: [with WTF?!?! look on my face]

Now don't get me wrong. I had thought about marrying Thing before. I would be an absolute fucking idiot if I hadn't. I mean seriously folks, his worst quality is that he buys me & the kids too much stuff. However, we had a discussion the night we met in which he pretty much informed me that the marriage institution was a joke - you didn't need it to be committed and there are a lot of people who are married who aren't committed, so what was the point? And whenever asked, by myself or others, why he had never gotten married even though he had been in long term relationships, this would be his response as well. Now considering I had been married to a man who wouldn't know a committed relationship if it jumped up and bit him on his fat ass, and The Thing has been totally loyal and committed without a ring on his finger, this made complete sense to me so I was totally comfortable with his thought process...and it was pretty damn close to my own.

And now here he is all 'I like that idea' and a big grin on his face.

So I, being the smartass that I am and feeling quite playful because I was laying naked on his bed during this conversation, said 'Well then I should warn you that when I move down here next year, I'll make sure to propose to you.'

His back was mostly facing me and when I leaned forward a little, I saw the look on his face. Imagine a slightly embarrassed little boy...
on Christmas morning...
who had just gotten a puppy
and a new bike...

And my heart stopped.
Then soared.

So I rolled over towards him and said, 'Aw fuck it. I'm asking you now. Will you marry me?"