When leaving from work, I had no idea of
what was ahead of me lateron that evening. I took the train home from
Eskilstuna as usual. It was one of those ordinary days. The sky was heavy
from all the clouds and it seemed as if it was about to start raining
any minute.
At the dinner table, Henrik asked me to ackompany him to the house we
were about to buy. I had promised him to re-color some pictures of it
in Photoshop, since he had a hard time to imagine what it would look like
in yellow stucco. And at this particular evening, he thought it was a
good idea to take the pictures I would later work on. Even if I was hesitant,
since the weather was not great, I agreed to go. It would just take a
second or two.
We took the bikes and Henrik started taking pictures from the street.
When we entered the back of the yard, I noted to my horror, a fully set
table on the terrace. This house was supposed to be empty! The contract
on the house was signed by us, but not yet by the owners.
I just stood there, probably looking very foolish for a fraction of a
second, and then I realised the table looked familiar. And the champagne
glasses on the white linen too...And I got a pretty fast reminder of the
special day, when I happened to wonder what the occasion was... Today
it was exactly two years since we were first introduced to each other.
And that I had forgotten about, the date I mean, not meeting Henrik.
Henrik escorted me to the table and served me some delicious strawberries
and poored the champange. And then he kneeled down in front of me with
an overwhelming expression of his love for me and: Would I condsider marrying
him? Needless to say I didn't hesitate long with my trembling "yes"
for an answer, when he at the same time put the most delightful engagement
ring on my finger.
While sitting there underneath the apple trees, enjoying the drink and
the tasteful berries, I cracked up in laughter. Henrik thought it was
a bit strange in a moment such as this. "What if the owners, for
some reason, don't sign the contract and we end up not getting the house.
Then we have gotten engaged on a property that doesn't belong to us. In
years to come, we would drive by the house with out children, pointing
it out, telling them about Mommy and Daddy's engagement at a house they
never lived in..."
But now the house is totally ours and we can tell our kids we
got engaged at our terrace.
An me who thought the proposal would come in France... |