The ring is the thing and other terrible titles
Lydia was away for the last two weeks at her parents. They've recently sold their motel in Bracebridge Ontario which served as both their home and business for the last five years and so that meant moving homes. With Lydia's mother going to Mexico to visit family for a week they needed Lydia's help to get everything packed up and ready for the move.
While she was away I lived the bachalor life, which mainly consisted of being less tidy and staying up all night to play Grand Theft Auto IV and Mario Kart. With her back today I dragged Nathan down to Bellingham to pick up the engagement ring [ial] that she had picked out a few weeks ago. We had not been able to take it at the time, because it was off getting resized, and I wanted to have it for when she got back.
Having picked the ring (pictured above) yesterday, I picked her up from the airport today. I had debated pretending to not have already proposed and doing a big showy thing where I got down on one knee in the arrivals area of Vancouver Airport, but decided instead to give it to her in private.
Less romantic perhaps, but also less chance of airport security deciding that we were acting suspicious and roughing us up.