Last night, Andy and I were talking about Christmas presents. Presents happen to be one of my favorite topics, and I consider myself a most experienced and enlightened gift-giver. Unfortunately, my financial situation makes it such that I can't do anywhere near as much as I'd like to do for the people who matter most in my life but, as I may have mentioned before, I am a planner, details are my particular specialty, and what I lack in monetary resources, I make up for by careful pre-planning and strict budgets. This year, I have been saving up/stockpiling since September. Next year I hope things will be considerably easier, as I will have found (cross your fingers, ladies) gainful employment of the legal variety. Still, as for this year, times are lean and I must carefully budget and plan each and every purchase. The presents I still have to purchase are for my sister, my parents and a little more something something for Andy. My vision is that I will have a plethora of presents for him. My mom always wraps each little thing separately, so that on Christmas morning we have a mountain of presents...and this, too, is my view. Gift-giving makes me as excited as I used to be to have gifts given to me. I take lots of time to select the perfect thing for each person, listening carefully to everything they say for months before I start to plan. Basically, Christmas is a year-round process.
Anyway, last night I was talking to Andy as he drove home from a hunting trip, and we eventually came to the subject of presents. He asked if I had figured out what to get him, and I have, partially, but am always interested to catalog things that he wants for future reference--or to give suggestions to his parents for things to do for him. Anyway, he gave me a few ideas and then he said, and I quote:
"I already know what I'm getting you for your big present."
Aha! I thought, let's see what I can weasel out of him. "Can you give me a hint?" I asked, slyly. Generally when I am given hints, I am able to figure things out. And he said, and I quote once again,
"No. But it's very expensive."
Well, I have to say, that set my little mind to racing. In MY mind, although I am sure there are numerous other possibilities, "very expensive" can mean only one thing: diamond. Let's discuss the evidence I have to support this theory: he told me he was saving. His dad told me he was saving. He asked me what kind of ring I would like. We discussed what color gold (as far as I am concerned, he can pick out whatever else he wants, but I want white gold) and side stones and ring shape and everything. Also, I told him I want to get married next September (conveniently after the bar exam, but before I find out the results so I would have time to honeymoon and have parties in my--that is, our--honor before I have to be a big kid and go to work) and he talks about it, too. I also made it clear that there will be no house together until we are married, and he keeps referring to next year when we buy a house. Also, there have been other little hints in daily conversation that I have taken to mean that yes, we are soon to be engaged. Betrothed. Promised. Whatever. I am convinced against the possibility of unconvincing that Andy is the one for me and that he knows that I'm the one, too. It makes me giddy.
Let's not discuss the evidence I have that does not support this theory.
You're setting yourself up for disappointment, you may say, and rightfully so. What if I'm wrong? It's bad to set a date on these things when you have no control over it at all. I don't think I'm convinced it will be Christmas (although I'll let you know if I feel a twinge of heartbreak when I wake up Christmas morning with nothing sparkling on a certain left hand finger), but I do want to think that I'm right. A couple weeks ago I asked my mom if Andy had asked for permission yet. (I'm not proud of it, okay? Don't judge me.) She said no. But she WOULD say no. I don't think she's lying to me, but I don't think she'd tell me, either. And Andy plans at the last minute, so if he was going to ask, he would probably do it much closer to the day he actually popped the question. I love that expression. It's like it comes out of nowhere and punches you in the face. Well, under those conditions, I would be thrilled to get punched in the face, even if it was with a rather large diamond. Small price to pay, it seems to me, in exchange for a lifetime of happiness with the boy of your dreams.
So, although I am well aware that it is entirely possible that I am jumping to illogical conclusions, I jump regardless. Please jump with me, too, because I would like to spend the remainder of the time between today (November 5th) and December 25th in a tulle, flower arrangement, and venue-selecting induced stupor.
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