In commemoration of the 232nd anniversary of the Battle of Lexington and Concord, Mike and I set out to spend a day shooting and lighting fireworks and otherwise enjoying a day of historical, revolutionary significance.

On the way to the range, he turned off at the road to a lake we have frequented since back before we were even an item, and said he had something to show me. I imagined this was part of the fireworks-shooting plan, and lo and behold he got a few firecrackers out of the truck when we got there, so I figured I was right.

We walked part of the way around the lake, back to the inlet where a freshwater stream feeds into the main body of the reservoir, and he pointed out a bridge that spans the water. He said something to the effect of, “Look… a bridge!” meaning, of course, just like at Lexington and Concord. I thought “Oookay… you’re a bit silly” – but of course I went with it, because I wouldn’t love him any other way.

Then he launched into this whole talk about historical stuff, and I thought it was a little strange, as he seemed rather more emotional about the whole thing than I thought he would… But he is, after all, a history nerd on par with myself, so I assumed he was just serious about the significance and lost in the moment.

He certainly was, but he also eventually turned the conversation to us, and while I remember a good portion of what he proceeded to say, I frankly want it for myself won’t share it here or elsewhere. It all made sense then, the historical stuff was meaningful to him, but also a bit of skillful stalling while he was looking for the words he was now saying…

And ultimately, he told me he wanted me for his wife, got down on one knee, and asked me to marry him.

Of course, I said yes.

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