Those are the words I finally managed to utter just over two weeks ago after Patrick got up at the end of church, strode to the front and sang Train's "Marry Me" with the musicians accompanying him, and then got down on one knee in the church aisle and asked me to be his wife.
I'm actually just assuming that's what he asked because as soon as I realized he was at the front of the church, I knew what was coming and I got a bad case of tunnel vision. I heard him sing - adapting the key and the lyrics here and there ("if I ever get the nerve to ask you here in church today,") - and I watched him go down on his knee and open a little box that contained this:
Well, presumably he asked me to be his wife. I didn't actually hear him speak. When he started to slip the ring on my finger, I realized that I hadn't verbally replied (except insomuch as I had cried and shaken visibly, and tried to go up to him at the front before he was done singing). So I uttered, "Yes! Definitely yes!" just as soon as it dawned on me to speak.
I realize that it's unforgiveable that I haven't posted about this until now. But as you'll see in the next post, there's lots going on in the Uncommon world, and when life calls, you have to go live it. Feel free to pepper me with questions, as I'm drawing a blank about what details you might want to know. Otherwise, suffice it to say, we are all very happy - and this is only just the beginning.