Sorry it's been a while since my last post, guys. Life has been... crazy.
Boyfriend hasn't gotten better. His mono has gotten worse. And there might be other complications. He's lost lots of weight, can't keep food down, has had a pretty consistent fever for almost 2 weeks now, is very weak, has jaundice, and a bunch of other symptoms that he might not want me telling you about. And you probably don't want to know about them anyway. But basically... the point is that he is very sick. We've been to the doctor several times and are now waiting for more blood work results to come back. In the meantime... this has been one of the hardest weeks of my life that I can ever remember.
But there is a (super totally amazing-awesome) highlight. :)
We've been planning on getting married for a long time. Months. It's been a long, hard road getting to where we are now. But as soon as we made the official decision to get married, Boyfriend got slammed with this sickness business and hasn't been able to get off the couch since. He promised that as soon as he got better enough to carry out his planned proposal, we would be engaged. But then we found out that he had mono, which doesn't get better very quickly, and then there were his other complications where his sickness became much more than just your typical nasty case of mono. And our hoped-for wedding date was getting nearer and nearer. We needed to get engaged.
Monday morning dawned bright and clear and crisp like most autumn mornings around here do. I rolled out of bed early, yawning and rubbing my heavily-lidded, stressed-out eyes. After a quick shower, I stumbled out the door and to my car to run to the store for more medicine and soft foods for Boyfriend's severely sore and infected throat.
Sick with worry, I stumbled around Smith's with a pained look on my face. Luckily it was just a couple of days before Halloween, so my zombie-like appearance wasn't too out-of-place, though the cashier did give me a strange look when I dumped armfuls of Jell-O and pudding onto the counter and croaked out "plastic bags, please," with a tear-stained voice.
Boyfriend was just where I'd left him the night before--too weak to really get up, and sleeping fitfully on his couch under a blanket to keep back the fever chills. He woke up when I sat down next to him and I gave him water and more medicine. A dull ache bit through my chest every time he opened those yellow, jaundiced eyes.
We talked for a bit, and then I was off to campus to bargain with his professors to see if there is any way for him to not have to withdraw from school for the rest of the semester.
I came back and told Boyfriend what all of his professors said, and he was discouraged. He didn't want to withdraw from school, but it was looking like that was our only option. He was too sick to stand, let alone trek up to campus to mechanical engineering labs and classes and his TA job. After a few more moments of painful discussion, I asked if he wanted any food and he nodded his head.
I went and retrieved a string cheese from the kitchen and on my way back into the living room, Boyfriend pushed back his blanket. He was dressed in a suit, complete with the tie I gave him for our anniversary two weeks ago. He slid down from the couch and onto one knee, hanging onto the side of the couch for the balance his body could not provide.
At first, I was completely confused. Why was he wearing a suit?
And then he pulled a box out of his pocket and opened it.
The sparkle of the diamond was the last thing I saw before I completely burst into tears.
"Will you marry me?" His voice was weak and betrayed his swollen, tender throat, but the words rang loud and clear.
I was crying too hard to make words, couldn't even choke out the yes he was waiting for.
And there, on the floor of his apartment on a Monday morning twenty minutes before I had to leave for work, the best guy I've ever known slid a ring onto my left hand and weakly asked, "these are happy tears, right?"
Yes. The happiest tears I've ever cried in my life.
"Does this mean yes?"
"Yes," I cried. "Yes, I will."
He hugged me tight, leaning a bit on my frame to keep his legs from buckling as my tears dripped onto his suit jacket.
And then he lay back down on the couch, the single most handsome man I'd ever seen, even with his yellow eyes and fever-red cheeks.
This proposal was better than I ever dreamed it would be. It was perfect for us. And it was the best moment of my life so far.
He's still sick and we've really been more focused on his health than anything else this week, but soon we'll get started on planning that wedding--the day where we get to start our forever.
And I can't wait for forever.