Getting Engaged

Whenever I'd ask my parents about how they get engaged, they would get very vague.

“I don't know. We just started talking about it.”

Mom never had an engagement ring, and apparently, there was no big “engagement day” either.

For a long time, I couldn't really understand this. Fed by a diet of romantic novels, TV shows, and movies, I didn't see how anyone could be unaware of when they decided to get married.

Until...

I'm not exactly sure when Jean and I got engaged. I do know it was when I was living in Ottawa for a co-op work term, while Jean stayed in Kitchener to work. That made it clear that living together was better than living apart and, I don't know, we just started talking about it. Getting married, that is.

I never had an engagement ring. Which was fine, because a) Diamonds are a scam and b) Diamonds are expensive, and I have a tendency to lose things. Especially small things like rings.

So if you think that's just the most romantic story you ever heard, you'll love our Wedding story. :-)

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