I'm in a state of shock right now. It's a good thing... I'm engaged!!!!!! Gene proposed to me last night at about 11:30! We had talked about doing it, we even got the ring from my mother (belonged to her mother), but I never saw it before last night. It's a simple gold ring with a diamond on top, engraved with "48911" on the inside (september 11, 1948). We were discussing how I was going to announce the news (we knew we wanted to get married, it was just a question of time) to my dad, seeing as he's the only one of my immediate family that's not "in the loop", and Gene said "thought any more about how you're going to announce it to your dad?"... I told him what I thought, and he made a face "hmmm... Maybe this would help." and he pulled out the ring. My jaw dropped to the floor. We soon realized that neither of us knew what hand the ring was supposed to go on, so we went onto Google and looked it up. Once we figured it out, Gene followed me to the bed, I sat down, he knelt beside me , took my (left) hand and proposed, to which I replied "absolutely!" and we wrapped each other in a hug, and kissed.
I'm... on... a... cloud!
I'm... on... a... cloud!
