Four Words

Four words.

"Will you marry me?"

There was no flashmob. No rose petals. Just a boy on his knee and a ring in his hand. It was one of the moments you read about in books and see on t.v., but you never quite understand it. It was a moment of realization. Up until this point, engagement was just an in between for me. You dated, then you did the whole engagement thing, and marriage was the big moment. Engagement was the training wheels.

Until I looked down.

The ring in his hand was not just a piece of jewelry. It was his declaration of devotion to me. We weren't in a star-crossed romance. The love I had for him wasn't earth-shattering. But in this moment he was doing something more romantic than anything else I could imagine.

He was accepting all of my flaws. He was apologizing for every fight we had had and would ever have. He was signing up to be there for all the issues and emotions this world could possibly throw at us. He was asking for permission to link our lives together for the rest of time. He was asking to care for me for every minute and each second in between.

One word.

"Yes."