One of the most amazing moments of my life so far happened last night. It was an ordinary Monday, complete with 12 hour work day followed by margaritas at our favorite Mexican place. We came home, I put Henry to bed, and we had a lengthy conversation about grad school plans, parenting woes, et cetera. I announced that I was ready for bed around 10:30 (at that point, I'd been awake for 18.5 hours), when I was told that I wasn't allowed to leave the living room yet. Banks said he had something to do. As he moved off the sofa and got down on one knee, I honestly had no idea what was going on. When he said "I have to ask you to marry me," my response was "You're joking, right?" Yeah, I said that. He then went on to say that he loved me more than anything and wanted to spend the rest of his life with me, followed by those magical words "Will you marry me?" My answer was a high-pitched "Seriously?!" And then I said yes. He smiled the happiest smile I've ever seen. And then I cried. And laughed. And then he put the ring on my finger and we laughed together. The goofy smile hasn't left my face since.
