Moments before Johnny revealed his proposal, I said to him, "This must be the most romantic night we've ever had." It was days before Christmas and the sky was pouring against the window. I laid bare, tummy down on our floor with my head resting in my folded arms as Johnny glided a cool wet paintbrush over my back.
He came over that evening toting a bag full of paints and brushes. I was busying myself in the kitchen, trying to not be heartbroken over the day's events. He had gone to visit my mom for lunch and I let myself get silly with excitement over the idea he might be asking for my hand. When I checked in with him after lunch, he did too good of a job convincing me that it was an absurd idea. I stewed.
Absurd idea. Why was it such an absurd idea? We're in love. We're best-friends. Oh well, what does it matter? I never saw myself getting married anyhow. Why is it suddenly so important? It's just a piece of paper, right? We're happy as we are. What's the big deal?
After dinner, he asked me, "Will you let me paint you?"
I laid there under his brush wondering how I could ever get upset over such a silly thing. I let it all go. I was content to live in the moment. Just thrilled to be alive and in love. I couldn't ask for anything more.
This photo was taken before I had any idea...