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We are currently sharing a car as his blew up prior to a camping trip. He needed it yesterday for work so he dropped me off at my job in the morning. He came to pick me up after work. We had talked about maybe working out that afternoon but first we HAD to stop by the garden. It had been a rainy and cool few days and with Yom Kippur, we hadn't been to the garden in a couple of days. He lured me there with the notion that our watermelon yes we grew a watermelon!!! might be ready.
That day I had forwarded him an email from the minyan (a lay led synagogue) that we had been attending, suggesting that we should join and do a couples membership. He told me Whoa, lo0k you have to give me a night to think about this. Joining a synagogue as a couple is a big step. I mean, it says something, especially if we aren't even engaged!
I could kick myself! How could I do that?! Scaring off the Sweet Boyfriend is NOT a good idea!
So we proceeded to the garden. I flitted around picking zucchinis and patty-pans while he is off in a corner. La la la no worries in the world.
Dan says: Babe! Come here! You have to see this!
I come running. Is it a awesome squash? A yellow patty-pan? I come running. Just as I get to him, he turns around, looks me in the eyes and says: I want to spend the rest of my life with you.
I froze. Holy crap. That isn't a squash. That is a ring. A beautiful ring.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, I said.
Can I put this thing on your finger before I drop it in the dirt? Dan said.
Of course. And though, after a touch of canoodling in the garden, I was ready to get back to picking he informed me that it was all just a ruse to get me there. And there is champagne on ice at home. And we are going out to dinner.
Whoa, can this man plan!
When it was all said and done, he has been planning this for a while. He spoke to my father at break the fast after Yom Kippur, the day before, to get permission. His folks have seen and approved of the ring (and me).
He became a diamond expert and purchased me a stone cut in a vintage style to match my vintage style and he proposed to me in the garden we grew together.