A Sparkle to a Sprinkle

As I type this, my left hand sparkles. Just like it has every day for two years since I read a note, opened a box and cried. Two years ago today, a boy asked me to be his wife. I said yes. Once this happens in a girl's life, nothing is the same. You become his fiance. You wear a promise on your left hand. It sparkles so that the world can see. He loves me. It sparkles constantly. So many pull at your hand. Ooooh look at that sparkle! It shows everyone how your heart is feeling. All glitzy and sparkly. And in my case, Sprinkle-y. It's amazing how one simple question, and one little response can change your life forever.

Matt, as our life together continues to unfold, I promise to always respond the same way I did on 6/7/08. Always to love you, always to be your biggest fan. The sparkle in my heart, and on my left hand will never fade. I love you SO much!

I got really excited with this series of photos, because I'm trying to accomplish something the pros do. And I kinda-sorta-maybe did! I first focused on my ring, then on my note, AND IT WORKED! Sometimes I swear my camera lenses have souls and opinons all their own, as they sometimes don't capture what I envision. But this time, I think my lens and camera felt sorry for me and my cheesy post, allowing me a freebie. Lets see if I'll ever be able to pull it off again!

Are you wondering why the note is crumpled? Well. After Matt proposed, and after I stopped jumping and screaming, I looked around for THE single greatest note a girl can ever receive and couldn't find it. That's when my new fiance told me he had thrown it away. *Gasp* WHAT?!! He threw away THE single greatest note a girl can ever receive? I know, right? I made him dig it out of the garbage, and questioned my own judgement. I mean, after all, I was set to marry a guy who could throw away THE single greatest note a girl can ever receive. I married him anyway, attributing that silly move to nerves. And it makes a cute story. The End.

Or more appropriately, The Beginning.