Part of the reason it’s been such a long time since I last blogged is that I have something big to announce, big enough that I had to build up my resolve to put it out here. Not because there’s anyone I don’t trust with the information, and actually some of you know this already. But it’s the first time I’ve ever put Big News on my blog, and I guess that feels like a big step to take.
Regardless, here it is: Julie and I are engaged. I mean, duh, you read the title of the entry and everything, but there it is. We got engaged last month, before leaving for Iowa. It’s something we had been talking about throughout the summer, and it grew from a fun thing to think about–to overstate the level of fantasy involved, it would be fun to be a major league baseball player, too–into a genuinely feasible and thrilling idea. The premise was that, once Julie finished her time at Iowa, we would want to begin our lives together in earnest, and that marriage would be the best and most official way of I know that nothing compels me/us to get married in order to be together–my parents, for one (two?), were surprised that I would want to make such a commitment so young–but it feels right. We know we want to be with each other, we’ve had plenty of time to live together, we don’t feel that a waiting period would make any difference. Basically, we’re eager to get married.
The reason I bring it up now is that I just went to Iowa last weekend and gave her an engagement ring. Her mom gave us her old ring, and I put it on a new band and brought it out there–certainly the most valuable small (defined as less than one pound) object I’ve ever taken on an airplane, that was kind of nervewracking. I was nervous about the presentation, as well, because I had kind of gone out on a limb and gotten the ring re-set in a way that we hadn’t explicitly agreed on, for more money than we might have thought. But it looked beautiful, and she loved it. All weekend long, she would absentmindedly stick out her hand and watch her ring finger sparkle.