Starting the grill in style.
I’ve been neglecting tumblr as of late, especially this one… But I have a legitimate reason — Jayce. In preparing for his homecoming as well as spending all of my time with him while he was here. (Then of course, suffering from withdrawl after his departure once again…)
I’ll keep this short.
This is the one post that I really felt I needed to get done. Because it is one of the milestones in our relationship — The Proposal.
You can see in the picture that we are dressed so very casually; far from any girl’s ideal. But I’d like to think that I’m not any girl. You can’t really see in the picture that I’m not completely surprised, because I knew it was coming and he knew that I knew. You can’t see that I’m surprised by the ring though, and how absolutely perfect it is, and how it goes to show that despite the fact that our relationship may not have been going on for so long — he already knows me like the back of his hand. You can’t see the fog that was rolling through the mountains, ruining our plan of looking at all the stars because you could almost see them all from our little spot. You can’t feel the thick humidity that Okinawa has to offer, along with it’s unpredictable weather. You can’t see the girl behind this camera, and all of the friends surrounding her, watching us, as Jayce got down on his knee and looked up at me, his eyes beaming. And you can’t see me nod my head slightly, or hear my quiet response as I agreed to marry him.
You can see that it isn’t what most girls would imagine or hope for. But I can tell you that it is, and that it was perfect.
As I type this post, relive that night and all of the others I spent with my (now) fiance, I glance at my left hand every now and then. As we left, I sat in the car just staring at the ring Jayce presented me with. And when I wasn’t staring at the ring, I was staring at the love of my life that had gifted me with such happiness. I was overwhelmed, so grateful, so happy, so in love… And every time I glance at this ring, this promise Jayce made to me, I am reminded of all of that.
I know I said this would be short, and you’re thinking “Jesus Lisa, you need to read a fucking dictionary” but this really is short. It’s short compared to the infinite amount of feelings I feel, and stories I could tell, and things I could say to Jayce, and everyone who was there along the way. But I’ll end it with simple words, with meanings more valuable than a thousand words.
Thank you. I love you.
Holding hands may seem like an innocent gesture, but they show more than a simple interlocking of fingers. Your hands are one of the most essential parts of your body: you build with them, feed with them, hold with them, touch with them, fight with them; they are the tools of the human body. To take a hold of another’s hand is to break from living individually. It is to link yourself to another being, to momentarily entwine your life with another’s, to promise, for a moment, that you need not face the world alone. More simple, more aesthetically naive than other forms of affection, the act of holding hands is often trivialised in its true implications. As the Beatles once said: ”I want to hold your hand”
