the terms of engagement

This past Tuesday marks an awfully special day - the day H decided to ask me to be his wife!  Of course I (quickly!) has to ask myself if I really wanted to spend the rest of my life with someone who:

• brings me supper every Thursday when I am working.
• has a mother who insists on filling our fridge with food at every available opportunity.
• makes me put my clothes away.
• plans and cooks fabulous meals several times a week.
• suggested we take ballroom dancing together.
• is wonderful to travel with.
• wants to travel.
• re-watches movies a billion times, no matter how terrible they were the first time.
• makes my lunch.
• watches all "my" tv shows with me, even the ones involving dancing.
• uses google calendar for everything - including things like picking up our dry-cleaning.
• washes the dishes at least once a day.
• likes all my friends and family.
• always gets blog posts done faster than me.
• takes care of me when I am sick.
• indulges in my need to pretend to budget.
• bought me season tickets to Persephone just a month after we started dating.
• insists on having no less than 30 bottles of wine on hand at any given time.
• has fabulous friends who have welcomed me into their circle from day 1.
• is always up for a concert, a ballet, a walk, and anything really.
• is worth getting up 20 mins early to go for breakfast with.
• listens to me blabber on and on and on and on about my job.
• supports me unconditionally.
• puts my water glass away before I'm done with it about 3 times a day.
• cracks his knuckles constantly, even when he sleeps.
• tells me he loves me before we fall asleep every night, when we wake up every morning, and multiple times a day.
• is so much more than to me than I can express in a bulleted list.

The answer of course is YES.  Yes I want to be your wife, yes I want to spend the rest of my life with you, yes this post is way to sappy.

Clear your calendars for Oct 3, 2009 folks, that's the day I will officially be a wife!