When it happened
Friday, December 25, 2009
How we got engaged
The time: Christmas Day, 2009. The place:
Grandma's house. It was a cold, wintery day in December when Steve decided
to...oh wait, we spent Christmas in LA. Scratch that. It was a hot, summery day
in December when Steve decided to propose to Sona. Earlier that week, Steve and
Sona had road-tripped down the coast of California, to revel in the
ever-present fog that rolled in from the ocean. They had a great time, and got
to visit some amazing sights like Point Lobos, Hearst Castle and the beach at
Santa Barbara. It was great, but Sona's favorite part was yet to come. One
of Sona's favorite times of the year is Christmas, when families come together
to celebrate, and we mark the ending of an old year and the beginning of a new
one. (And of course...THE OPENING OF PRESENTS!) Giddily, Sona awoke on
Christmas morning expecting to tear open the gifts with the zealousness of a
child. Unfortunately, she was informed that she would have to wait until 3pm,
when the rest of Steve's family would arrive to celebrate at
Grandma's. Crushed, she waited until the appointed time, and was disappointed
when Steve still denied her her present. He told her that she would have to
wait until everyone else had completed opening their presents in order to
receive hers. She waited patiently, and when the last present was opened, Steve
called the attention of his family, asked Sona to sit in front of the tree and
handed her a huge box. Eagerly, she opened it, only to find another layer of
wrapping paper. After opening that, she found another. And another. And
another. And finally! Another box. More wrapping paper. A smaller box. More
wrapping paper. And NOW finally! She opened the last box to reveal a ring
box. When she looked up from her hand, she saw that Steve was down on one knee
and everyone around them was hooting and hollering. With that, Steve said
"You are perfect. The perfect woman for me in
every conceivable way. You are brilliant, beautiful, charming, and make me
happier than I ever imagined possible. There is no other woman that I
would rather have by my side. No other woman I would wish to grace with
the title of Vixen, and no other woman worthy of being called mine. And I am blessed to be able to be your Polar
Bear. Will you marry me?" Sona had tears in her eyes, but did not hesitate to
respond with a resounding "YES!!!" And then there was much hugging and crying
and congratulatory hugs and congratulatory tears. The End.