So when Nathan asked me to marry him after the flat tire incident, he did not give me a ring.
He was probably distracted by the manly work of changing a tire.
His sister sent a text that said she was very surprised that he changed a tire, but less surprised about getting engaged.
We ate dinner in Joplin, then drove home slowly on our little tire.
We got all the way to the park in Bartlesville, where we had our first date, and he said he knew I did not want him to spend money on a ring. So he made me a little necklace pendant:
We walked around the lake to the bench where we sat the first night, and just talked and held hands and watched the moon reflecting in the lake – it was very sweet.
Then fireworks went off! Really!
And then he said that he had something else for me, and pulled out a beautiful ring that has been passed down in his family – and it fit perfectly!
I cried and cried!!
It is official! We are engaged!