We've been together for six and a half years. And they've been wonderful.
On April 11th, a Saturday, Sam and I went to Natchitoches to spend some time on Front Street with Adriana and Wade, who had gotten engaged just a few days before. I asked them to meet us so I could take their photo in front of a wall of ivy. They agreed. Wade wore his hat. Aren't they sweet?
We then walked to Cane Brake. It was packed. There were so many people left over from the Green Market that morning. Or maybe it's like that every Saturday, I'm not sure, but it was standing room only. I ordered an iced coffee with half and half and quickly joined Adriana and Wade outside, where we could breathe.
Sam showed up a couple of minutes later, dry French vanilla cappuccino in hand.
Wade and Adriana had to leave so they could make it to Shreveport to pick up a piece of furniture, so we walked down to the river bank and continued to Beau Jardin.
There, behind the Roque House, next to the Cane, he proposed. I may or may not have called him a bastard. He startled me. We sat, hugged, symbolically adopted a passing duck and christened him Gregory, and then decided to wait to tell the family. We went to Shreveport hoping to meet up with Adriana and Wade, but that didn't pan out. Instead, we went to Indigo, our favorite restaurant, to celebrate.
I know what you're all wanting to know... What does the ring look like?!
To be honest, we've been together for so long, and I love him so much, that it wouldn't have mattered to me whether or not he had a ring. It could've been a piece of lint from the bottom of a sock and I still would have accepted his proposal. It's beautiful.
Lucky you, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to practice ring shots.