The One Where Three People Propose to Me at the Same Time

This weekend? It was good. Awesome, really.

For starters, Little Man turned six. As in years old. And if he didn’t get exponentially cuter {and wittier} with each passing year, I would totally make him stop aging immediately.

We had a party on Friday night. A party that has consumed my thoughts, my work day, my sleep, my LIFE for the past few weeks, but was totally worth it in the end. I’ll save that for it’s own blog post, but just note that it was a big day.

And then on Saturday, we did some shopping. Well, the Mini People and I did some browsing and experienced a big ol’ fail in the finding-the-perfect-gift-for-Daddy department, while Daddy went off and spent an undisclosed amount of money {apparently only undisclosed to ME} on something which has yet been disclosed to me. Christmastime is frustrating for the nosey.

We went home to get ready for our church’s Christmas dinner, where I wore an incredibly unflattering dress that no one {including my mirror} decided to tell me was a horrible choice. But, people – pictures don’t lie.

I was, of course, the last one to be ready, so I was running around pulling up my hose and pushing earrings through my ears, trying not to cause us to miss the dinner entirely. Evan {or, as you know him, ManFriend} yelled, “Jen, hurry up,” which is a very typical phrase to come from his mouth. Then I heard a “shhh” and some whispers coming from the next room, so I knew something was up. We just aren’t quiet people.

I walked into the living room, questioning Evan before I even rounded the corner about whether or not I looked okay. There, in my little tiny living room, in front of my diversity Christmas tree, was Evan on his knee, and two Mini People standing on either side of him, all holding ring boxes. Together, they said, “Will you marry us?”

I died. Right there.

Well, except for the whole I-didn’t-die thing.

Just as they collectively popped the question, Little Man opened the empty ring box. Evan quickly chimed in, “Christian!! Not yet!!” and the box snapped shut.

I was told that I needed to pick the box that contained the ring. I started with Little Man, because I had a good feeling his box was empty. No ring there. I skipped over Evan, and asked 10-Year-Old-Teenager to open hers. No ring.

So, I picked Evan. He opened the box to reveal a gorgeous, sparkling solitaire, and said, “Will you marry me?”

To which I gave my best “duh” look and said, “Um, it’s about time!”

Or, I just said yes and smiled {a lot}. One or the other.

So. There you have it. I’m on my way to being a Mrs. and a StepMother {minus the evil}. I’m ridiculously happy and overwhelmed by the love in my life.

Also, I have a rock on my finger that I stare at often. As in, all day long. If you promise not to look at my fat, old-woman fingers, I’ll let you see. Promise? PROMISE?

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