Progymnasmata
A Sappy & Prosaic Ode to My Wife: For Valentine's Day
by , 02-12-2010 at 03:01 PM (2120 Views)
I remember when I proposed to you, my love. I bought coffee and muffins from a local bakery and picked you up very early (well before the breaking of the day). You were disoriented, groggy, and (admit it) a little peeved.
But I was focused and driven (and nervous). I took you to the picnic table by the pond in that small state park. (Remember how we used to go before it opened so we didn't have to pay the entrance fee?)
As you sipped your coffee, I fumbled the box in my pocket which contained the ring that I wanted to give to you. But I waited. Timing is the difference between meaning and luck.
Do you remember what I waited for? Dawn. I wanted to propose to you when the first golden edge of the sun broke the horizon's plane. When it did, I took out the box, opened it up, and said this:
"If you marry me, I'll give you this shiny ring."
You cried and laughed at the same time. You knew it was coming. There is a strange and playful beauty in the certainty of the rising sun, the build-up of the punch line, and in the routine & discovery of a love together.
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