by Jennifer W.

Created on: June 18, 2007

Sitting at an old wooden teachers desk in my second grade classroom during my student teaching, a glimmer catches my eye. Holding my hand out to see, I am transported back in time. I was not even wondering if he would ask because I knew he wouldn't. "I want to have fun, you hold the camera", he said, as we all went outside to pop balloons "happy new year!" The balloons were flying away and he hadn't come out yet. "he's going to be upset that he missed this," I thought, then he came to the door and pulled me back in, saying something about me being cold anyways. Into the living room, he gave me a white rose. "Thank you!" I said, giving him a hug. "Do you have any new years resolutions?" Trying to come up with one quickly did not work very well, so instead I bounced the question back at him. His response was lost to me as he pulled away and reached for something under the pillow. My heart stopped as he got down on one knee, and opened the small box, revealing the most gorgeous ring. "Will you marry me?" I couldn't breathe as I looked from his expectant face to the ring that there had been no way of him having. A patient "please?" sent me into motion, giving a breathless answer while falling forward to brace myself on his shoulders. He helped me to sit down, then asked for my left hand to put the ring on. My irrepressible smile brings me back to my twenty-one second graders and reality. Even as I come back to the present, the reality is that I am in love with a wonderful man who will in four hundred and ninety one days, become my husband and I will be Mrs. Wagaman. I'm going to the chapel and I'm going to get married

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