Such Great Heights

My face was broke out. I was wearing pajama pants and The Tall Drink of Water had just run six miles.

We were lying on the couch. I think Sports Center was on. Or maybe it was a game. It was around midnight last Monday.

At first I thought he was kidding. TDW said that he'd had a conversation with the cats (this isn't unusual - we often pretend to have lengthy conversations with the cats) and that they'd all agreed that we should get married.

I, of course, cracked a joke. "All four of us? But they're boys. Isn't that illegal?"

"No, not them. Us," he said, and his voice cracked. That's how I knew he was serious.

Then the Tall Drink of Water handed me a groovy little ring. It's a double band with a hammered center and no other woman on this planet would consider it engagement ring. So of course it's perfect. (It's great fun to show it off. The reaction starts out with "Ooh!" Then drops to a short, "oh." Then a quick, "It's very you," is added. I can only hope that our wedding gets a similar reaction.)

And that's the story of how we got engaged 10 days ago.

This photo is completely unrelated to the moment. But it says it all - rapture, unbridled passion, commitment, my inability to not lick his face at parties.

Thanks to The Postal Service for the title of this post. Though TDW and I both prefer the Iron & Wine version. See, we're totally soulmates.