In brief, since I do
purpose to marry, I will think nothing to any
purpose that the world can say against it; and
therefore never flout at me for what I have said
against it; for man is a giddy thing, and this is my
conclusion.
It’s true! The Fella and I are making it official: we’re engaged to be married.
In the recent months, The Fella and I have had some discussions about us, about marriage, about commitment and family and forever. We had come to a happy, informal understanding about The Future.
And then, as he always does, he managed to surprise me.
Amazing: after our earnest talks, and with our future equitably (and, some would say, unromantically) decided between us, the moment retained a luster of surprise and magic.
After he proposed, a moment passed while I silently gawped and got teary-eyed…
.. and then I noticed that he was anxiously awaiting the answer.
I suppose that, in the deep recesses of my brain, I thought the balanced, intelligent decisions we had made along the way would strip the sparkle from the moment. It delights me no end to see how wrong I was. In the moment, all our sensible talk washed away, leaving only sensibilities: I was stunned, and he was nervous.
Love is crazy.
For Gaoo, who is sure to ask: the opening blockquote is Benedick from Much Ado About Nothing, and the title is from Shakespeare’s sonnet 116:
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixèd mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me prov’d,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d.
Its aptness for us is hard to overstate: so far, our relationship has unwaveringly weathered death*, depression, illnesses and traumas of varying degrees, chronic pain (and its attendent crankiness), post-traumatic stress disorder, richness, poorness, something borrowed, something blue… oh, wait.
If it’s feasible to work sonnet 116 into our vows, believe me, it will be done — not only to acknowledge the love of Shakespeare that finally brought us together, but because I would dearly love to intone “Edge! Of! Doom!” during the ceremony.
*Um. Not ours. Obviously.
Aw! Congratulations, that’s wonderful. All the best to the both of you.
Congratulations to both of you! Yes! A beautiful sonnet, a very beautiful bride!
I totally did not–repeat NOT–get a little teary-eyed at reading this or anything. No way. Nuh-uh.
Congratulations! Yaaaaay!
Yay! Congratulations again and again! (And now I can’t accidentally spill the beans. Whew.)
Elsa, congratulations and best wishes. It will be fun to watch you make your wedding plans.
Happy Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday to you-u-u!
Happy Birthday dear Elsa & Elli
Happy Birthday to you-u-u-u!!!
Yes! To both of you 20th & 24th!!! Yea!!!!
Love and kisses.
TR & Ulla
Elsa, congrats to The Fella on a great catch.
Does that block of cheeze count as one serving, or do they trick us with a package of like 100 servings in the box?
Nan and I melt ours in the microwave after adding Ro-Tel tomatoes and a handful of ‘penos.
It helps to have a Paddy’s Perfect Frozen Margarita to wash it down.
Sweeeeeeet! Marriage. Stick it out. It’s good.
Thanks, all! The Fella and I appreciate your kind thoughts.
Paddy, I can’t answer your question, because The Fella gave away our left-over Velveeta! gasp! So I don’t have access to the nutritional info from the package.
I did notice that the recipe page describes a serving as 2 tablespoons. Yeah, right.
That Shakespeare. He RAWKS.