Okay, I thought, a lamp. Cool. (It might sound strange that I believed Dave when he said this. :) As a bit of background, this was actually a possibility…because I do really like unusual lamps and Dave knew that!)
Dave told me to close my eyes.
He guided me into a room softly brightened with Christmas lights strung from the ceiling. When I opened my eyes, I didn’t see a lamp like I expected!
I saw tables covered with our memories. There were red (my favorite color) roses in elegant vases, lit candles, pictures of the two of us, and—best of all—every letter I had written to Dave while we were dating.
Then, I noticed the handcrafted sign on the wall, which read, “Will you marry me?”
My hands flew up to my mouth and tears filled my eyes. “I have a confession to make,” Dave said. “I didn’t get you a lamp. And when I said I was with my parents last night, I was actually with yours…asking their permission to marry you.” Then, Dave knelt, holding in his hands a gorgeous, glittering ring nestled in a small black box.
Dave asked me to marry him.
And I said yes!
After that, I couldn’t say anything for a full 10 minutes—I was overwhelmed with the greatest joy. It reminds me very much of this quote from Much Ado About Nothing by William Shakespeare: “Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much.”