He asked, “Will you fail to spend the rest of your life with me?”
I said, “No, I will not!”
So now we are engaged, promised to each other, prearranged, claimed… pre-hitched?
Before taking such important step, we had hours upon hours of counseling with our local expert: Dr. Little Princess Love. She was very professional, even if she didn’t care for our handfasting date. When we told her that it was going to be next summer, she said, “What’s wrong with this summer?”
We also received individual counseling.
To my Piano Man, Dr. Little Princess Love said, “Tell her, ‘You should marry me, or else!’”
“Or else what?” my Piano Man said.
“I don’t know,” she told him. “Make something up. Something really bad.”
I, too, received stern advice. I was writing, so Dr. Little Princess Love banged on my door, and yelled, “Magaly? Make sure you say yes!”
I didn’t want two rings—engagement and later a wedding band—so the symbols that sealed our love deal are a bracelet and a guitar pick pendant.
Before the crabapple and guitar pick, we recreated our first date as we have been doing since we met. We rode the ferry, ate yummy pizza, and tried to lick faster than the sun. The sun won—we ended up with ice cream all over the place—but we got many good licks.
We walked a few miles towards the park where we took our first “kissing break.” My Piano Man is trying to figure out if his tennis shoes had murdered a caterpillar, but nope, “It’s bird poop!” I, on my side of the picture, was wondering if it was safe to jump to the limb right below me. I look like a broken doll, don’t I?
My Piano Man stood on stone… sat on stone… and then my fiancé (I’m practicing) made a miraculous leap that took him straight to the wilderness of Stonehenge.
I, a Witch who refuses to be out-miracled by anyone, walked on water… okay, I stood on water… fine, I was standing on a wee rock that barely protruded out of the water. Same difference—it’s all about perception, interpretation, and balance.
It was a beautiful New York City day…
… perfect day for a Piano Man to ask, “Will you?”
And for a Witch to answer, “I will.”