I'm back after about a week of radio silence. I'm back. I know there was no notice of my leaving. No message that said I would be gone for some days. My twitter following took a small hit also. I don't blame you. You thought I'd forgotten you.
My absence was important. One of the most important things I've ever done. My partner and I got engaged. I am pleased to say.
This wasn't a surprise to either of us. We didn't go in for the archaic proposal where the man and the woman talk it over and then they man tries to guess what ring she'd like and they go on an excursion and then he gets down on a knee and she pretends to be surprised.
To me, this is an anachronism. Why should all responsibility be placed on the man? I spoke with Kyla about asking her father permission. She pointed out that if a traditional proposal is archaic, then the idea that I would need her father's approval is even more so.
So. Instead of some contrived tradition, we planned a mutual proposal. One in which we purposed to each other, as equals.
We hiked up into the Northern Cascades, found a lookout that was beautiful, and sat down. We had both wrote vows in little books, and on this mountain side we read them to each other. After that we took two more days to ourselves and stayed in The Rolling Huts, near Winthrop, which are cabins made out of old shipping containers. Pretty cool. Since we are partners in life--equal halves of a whole, this seemed the best way for us to show respect and love for each other.