After a day of museums, good food, and ice sculptures, Joseph and I had only one stop left (of course, I didn't know what it was). So I put the blindfold on for one last time (and was not happy about it). We drove... and drove... and drove... and when I finally asked "How much longer?" Joseph said, "Oh, just thirty minutes." WHAT? Where on earth could we be going? However, the longer we drove, the more aware I became of what was happening. These roads were familiar. I recognized the curves. He was taking me home... or somewhere close to it. I thought of every place close to home that we might have been going. If you know where I live, you know there aren't that many places. Actually, there is just one: my church. When the truck finally came to a stop in the gravel lot, I didn't rip my blindfold off. Instead, Joseph helped me out of the truck and led me up the steps. When I took the blindfold off, we were standing on the porch at the church. Of course, I immediately asked, "Um, what are we doing here?" I knew, but I didn't know... surely not today!
But then, Joseph told me he had brought me to the church to give me... a Bible? It was small and white and really really pretty. I just looked at it. So, he told me to open it, and I did, to the first page. So he told me to keep opening it, to where the page was marked. There, I found a ring, tied to the ribbon, next to the verse that says "He who finds a wife finds what is good and receives favor from the Lord." Whoa. When I looked up, Joseph was on one knee and asked me to marry him.
Of course, I said yes.
And, "ARE YOU KIDDING ME???" hahahaha I was totally not expecting it.
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