So most of you know Stephane proposed while we were at the Grand Canyon this week, and now you have the pictures to visualize it!
In typical less-than-what-I-plan-to-be-in-my-head style, my response to the proposal was not quite what I had hoped it would be....It happened like this:
Stephane and I were walking along the Canyon Rim Path when we found a rare scenic spot not flush with other tourists. We stopped to enjoy the solitude and beauty, shivering in the strong wind of the winter Canyon in the late afternoon. Stephane took a few very deep breaths and I asked if he was too cold. He said no, but asked to hold my gloves, and I laughed at the idea of him shoving his hands into my too-small gloves. I gave him my gloves, he dropped one of them and then stiffly got down on one knee -- I thought to pick up the glove -- and he started to rummage around in his pocket.
I asked him first the very romantic, 'What are you doing?' And then when I saw him pull out an amazing ring, sparkling in the sunlight, he swears I said, 'Are you serious?!' I have no recollection of this coming out my mouth, but knowing my jackass self, it seems likely. However, when he did actually ask me to marry him, I was very quick to say, 'Of course! Yes, of course!' So let's pretend that makes up for 'What are you doing?....Are you serious?!' (Stephane, incidentally, takes every opportunity to remind me of the latter....)
A Japanese tourist happened along just after the proposal and took the lovely picture featured at the top of this entry. I think he was very confused by our giggles and uncontrollable smiles, but he took our picture anyhow before scampering off.
So there you have it -- the proposal! I feel cheezy in my extreme excitement and will not subject you to it further. Hopefully the pictu
res speak for themselves.
In typical less-than-what-I-plan-to-be-in-my-head style, my response to the proposal was not quite what I had hoped it would be....It happened like this:
Stephane and I were walking along the Canyon Rim Path when we found a rare scenic spot not flush with other tourists. We stopped to enjoy the solitude and beauty, shivering in the strong wind of the winter Canyon in the late afternoon. Stephane took a few very deep breaths and I asked if he was too cold. He said no, but asked to hold my gloves, and I laughed at the idea of him shoving his hands into my too-small gloves. I gave him my gloves, he dropped one of them and then stiffly got down on one knee -- I thought to pick up the glove -- and he started to rummage around in his pocket.
I asked him first the very romantic, 'What are you doing?' And then when I saw him pull out an amazing ring, sparkling in the sunlight, he swears I said, 'Are you serious?!' I have no recollection of this coming out my mouth, but knowing my jackass self, it seems likely. However, when he did actually ask me to marry him, I was very quick to say, 'Of course! Yes, of course!' So let's pretend that makes up for 'What are you doing?....Are you serious?!' (Stephane, incidentally, takes every opportunity to remind me of the latter....)
A Japanese tourist happened along just after the proposal and took the lovely picture featured at the top of this entry. I think he was very confused by our giggles and uncontrollable smiles, but he took our picture anyhow before scampering off.
So there you have it -- the proposal! I feel cheezy in my extreme excitement and will not subject you to it further. Hopefully the pictu
res speak for themselves. 
