Mom is floating in memories. She says two years ago today Daddy asked her to marry him. Apparently she said yes and somehow this all relates to how I got here. So I am pretty happy about it all. This is how she tells the story:Dad asked me early in the week if we could do something together Friday night. That wasn't unusual so I didn't suspect. But when Friday came, my boss told me I needed to leave at 5 (which was earlier than I normally got off) and then a long-stem red rose came for me. Everyone was oohing and aahing and I started to wonder. Then Dad picked me up in a nice black rental car. Hmmm.... We had dinner at Mt. Vernon and the reserved table was under four pencil lithographs of Washington family weddings. By now I was pretty sure I knew what was up. Then we drove back to D.C. along the beautiful Potomac. When we stopped at the Lincoln Memorial, I saw Dad check his pocket and that is when I was certain. But it didn't take away at all from all the moment. We walked up the steps but it was so crowded and there was construction at the top. So we came back and started back toward the car. I was momentarily confused. Then we turned back toward a bench; Dad got down on his knee and said some wonderful things that were just for me, and asked me to spend my life with him.
Way to go Dad!
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Yeah except the Lincoln Memorial, Mike?! ;) Come on.....
As a girl from the South raised by a Southern women who would never have said yes under such conditions....
Apparently it hasn't affected things in your case.
Speaking as one who didn't get the waterfalls, formal gardens, and violins that she expected at her proposal, but instead was sitting on a porch swing without her glasses on so her suitor appeared very fuzzy, I have to say that it's the dialogue, not the setting, that really counts. :) -- SJ
To SJ: Seeing as your courtship was primarily an online one, it's no wonder that it's all about the dialogue.
The location was picked for purely sentimental--and not political--reasons. We basically met one another on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial and broke off from the larger group we were with to enjoy the first of our many cups of coffee together.
Of course, a guy from New York and a girl from the West didn't find the location at all objectionable politically, either. =)
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