"The S.O." has become "The Fiancee"
On September 24th, I asked "The S.O." to become "The Fiancee" and eventually "Mrs. Captain.." I daresay she would hate all of these names, but then again, she doesn't know about this blog, so I can get away with it.
The day was overcast, but that didn't matter. Thanks to a suggestion from some inside sources, the Bishop's Garden was where it took place. For anyone who hasn't been, I'd suggest visiting the Cathedral and garden. Even if you aren't religious, it's a beautiful structure.
Anyway, enough of that. The basic rundown, because I people always ask. It was a yellow (canary/champagne) diamond measuring in at 1.03 carats. The price is none of your business :). Oh, and most importantly, she did say yes, and she was both surprised and caught off guard, exactly as planned.
And so it is done. I know I've set myself up for many months of nagging and planning, both things I'm not all that high on doing, but the positives far outweight the negatives. Pictures will be up later, blogger isn't letting me update for some reason. Check back for those tonight.
I hope everyone else's weekend was memorable as well. I now owe a few "inside sources" a drink.
The National Cathedral, where it took place. Awe inspiring.
Another view of the Cathedral, taken from the Bishop Garden.
A picture of the ring. Unfortunately, the more I zoomed in, the blurrier it got. This was the best I could do.
A slightly modified picture of "The Fiancee." Due to the fact that she is unaware of this blog, I could not obtain permission to put her face on-line. We'll call this age progression, like the police do for missing children. This is "The Fiancee" aged ten years.
We also have many pictures of black squirrels. She had never seen one, and couldn't stop taking pictures of them. I will spare you of those, however.