I have made what will, hopefully, be the most important and rewarding decision of my life: I have asked Candice to marry me. I’ve been dating her for a year now, I knew she was ready, and I have know since last summer that I was ready to ask so I was 99.999999999% sure of her answer long before I asked. Sure enough that it never crossed my mind to wonder what I would do if she said no.
Until I actually asked.
I will admit that I was as nervous as could be when I actually asked. Even though I knew what I wanted to say the whole experience was dreamlike up until she said yes and everything was normal again. It was snowing, in Kyoto at the Golden Pavilion, when I asked and I was sweating. Go figure, does that make me a romantic or a nervous wreck?
Now all the real hard work: figuring out the next steps. When? Where? How? The answer to all of them right now is ‘I have no idea.’ It’s enough that my love is now my fiancée and we have made that commitment.