Thursday, February 18, 2010

2.18.10 - Spring and Julie's engagement

Tonight I was riding my bike home around dusk or a little after. There are a bunch of trees on one of the main streets of Berkeley that have little white blossoms. It was windy out, and the blossoms were flying all through the air; they looked like snow flurries, even though it's 55 degrees out or something. It was wonderful.



My sister is getting married this summer. My younger sister. Well, I only have younger sisters. I can't imagine myself ready to get married, but I can imagine her ready to get married, and I'm pretty happy for her. She wrote a great description of the proposal, which even I found moving. Here's an excerpt:

Feb 14, 2010 - Enter the Japanese Garden
-Denny inquires where my favorite spot in the Japanese Garden is; I tell him it's the little dock down by the water where we sat in the summer and talked about winning the lottery
-Buy fish food by the straight bridge and feed the geese and ducks who some how manage to survive the freezing water (???)
-Circle the Japanese Garden and arrive at stepping stones that descend to above mentioned dock.  Stepping stones are gated off.  Denny wishes to hop said gate, I refuse at it's bad manners.
-We decide to walk through the English Wood Garden to "our tree".
-We arrive at above mentioned tree.  Denny tells me to close my eyes.  He then continues to spin me around until I am somewhat dizzy.  He holds my hands to steady me.  I feel him let go of one of my hands and the other is leveraged downward ever so sightly.  He tells me to open my eyes.  He's holding out a beautiful silver ring.  He kneels in the snow and asks if will marry him.
-I stutter slightly and say that I thought he had said not until later.  Then I come to my senses and tell him, hell yes I'll marry him!
-Ensue hugging, tears of joy, more hugging, many kisses.
When I told Jack that Julie was getting married, he responded "I don't want to marry you." That made me laugh. I like that he understands me.

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