We were conveniently at my parents’ house when my brother called with the happy news of his engagement. As the guest teacher at his girlfriend Mattie’s ESL class, he gave a presentation on love. The vocabulary included variations on the theme, and toward the end of the lecture, he asked what a man would say when he loved a woman and wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Though the class wasn’t sure, John knew: he got down on one knee, took a ring from his pocket, looked Mattie in the eye, and said, “Will you marry me?”
He has witnesses to prove she said yes!
My daughters were delighted by the news, especially when I cleared up a misunderstanding. “When Uncle John going underground?” Vivi asked.
“When he get married.”
“Oh, no, honey, that’s buried. Not married!”