Romance Lives

One of my husband's co-workers has been seeing a guy pretty steadily for the last few months. This weekend, on their way to dinner at a restaurant in Madison, he stopped by one of the parks, and suggested they just walk on down to check out a fishing spot he wanted to look at. It was cold and she wasn't all that interested, so she told him to go ahead while she waited in the car. But he said something like "Aw, come on, it's only going to take a minute," and she went along.

Down by the lake was a table with candles and flowers and a bottle of champagne. He got on one knee (really!) and telling her that he had already sought and received her father's blessing he asked her to marry him. (Now from a strictly feminist perspective, the father's blessing bit might be questioned, but somehow in the context it's amazingly sweet.)

There's more. They went on to the restaurant. The hostess led them through the room, opened the doors to a separate dining room with a flourish; and there were all of her family and all of his family waiting to share congratulations and celebrate. It must have been quite a night.

By the time DH finished telling me the story, we both had wet eyes. Sometimes the news from Lake Woebegon is very good indeed.