Life is Better Betrothed

Upgrade: Boyfriend, hereinafter Fiance.

The most amazing eyes I have ever seen: green rims surround bright yellow bands that contrast starkly against the black pupils they encapsulate. The yellow glows golden when he fills with emotion. Sitting outside, I was chatting about needing to call Step-Dad to wish him Happy Birthday.

"When I call, you can ask Step-Dad if he'll let you get engaged to me." I joked.
"How about you get engaged to me and then call him?" Smiled cutely.
"That doesn't make sense dork." I didn't pick up on the hint. "I have to call today - while it's still his birthday."
"Well." He glanced down nervously. "It's just that I can't wait anymore."

Tilting his face towards me, the golden in his eyes glowed brighter tonight than I have ever seen. He fought to hold back a faint mist of tears as he began to speak. Everything I ever imagined he might say at this moment was strung together in short, poetic sentences. Staring straight into my soul, he wished for forever with me, if I'd have him. Life washed over me and I buried my head into his chest. Memories. So many times I imagined this moment. Countless times I pretended that he had asked me to marry him. Practiced my acceptance in my mirror. Daydreamed about wedding details. Mind-designed my dress. Worked my new last name into my signature. Since I was 14, I have wished more times than I can remember that someday this boy might be my husband. And today, here I was, hearing this man asking me to be his wife. I smiled and cried whispers.

"Is that a yes?" He held out the ring.
"Yes. Yes. Yes. Of course. Yes, My Love. Yes." He slid it onto my finger.

I ran inside and told Daughter.