OK, y’all. I know it’s late, but are you ready for the single most important post I have ever written on this blog? It’s short and sweet, but get ready, because here it comes.
Let me tell you a story of something that happened tonight. It’s the story of how a playing card became one of my most prized possessions.
(Forgive the fuzziness of the pictures. They are screen shots of a video taken tonight.)
It was a beautiful Christmas Eve, and I was spending it in one of my favorite places in the world – the farm that my boyfriend calls home. Carols had been sung, dinner had been enjoyed, and the living room was packed with loved ones. Being an excellent magician, my boyfriend performed a few tricks for us. For the final trick, he called me up to assist him.
He had me write my initials on a card, fold it up and place it between my teeth. He wrote his own initials on a different card, folded it and placed that one in his mouth. A few moments (and some magic) later, he took the card out of his mouth and instead of his initials written on the face of the card, mine were revealed. The living room erupted in oohs and aahs.
“Now take yours out and unfold it,” he said. I did so and gasped. His initials were written on the card.
And then I screamed.
Beneath his initials were the words…
Needless to say, I said yes.
And that’s the story of how I got a playing card, a ring and a fiance for Christmas.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!