Sunday Morning

It happened last Sunday. The Boy woke up early as usual and was out running a bunch of errands, while I slept in. A couple of hours later when I woke up, the Boy burst into the bedroom with a vase holding two dozen roses. Hmmm...that's a little different.

Wait. No, don't get up. Stay there. I have a little surprise for you.

I sat in bed, and a few minutes later he came in with a breakfast tray stand with french pastries, fresh fruit, coffee and cranberry juice.

Where did those trays come from? Did you just run out and get those?

Huh? No, I got them when you were out with your coworkers on Friday. Stop asking so many questions. I'm serving you breakfast in bed today.

I noticed the cranberry juice on my tray. This would explain why he was so persistent in trying to find out my favorite juice a few days ago:

What's your favorite juice?
I don't know. I like all types of juice.
I noticed you don't drink orange juice too much. Do you not like orange juice?
I do like orange juice. I just don't have a preference for it when I have other choices.
What about grape juice?
I like that, too.
Do you like grape juice more than orange?
I don't know. Alright, so if I have to pick a favorite, I guess it would be cranberry.
Do you like cranberry more than grape?
Yes.
Do you like cranberry more than orange?
Yes.

On Friday night, I noticed a new bottle of cranberry juice in the fridge, but thought nothing of it.

We sat in bed, both eating our breakfasts and chatting happily. At this point, I was wondering if something "big" was going to happen. When we were done eating, the Boy suggested we clean up the dishes a bit. Nope, nothing going to happen today. Just a nice gesture for the sake of being nice. After the dishes were cleaned, he asked me to go back into the room, close my eyes and wait. He had a little surprise for me. Ooooo! Could this be it? When I opened my eyes, he had a little raspberry cake on the tray. Nope, guess not. Still a very sweet gesture, though.

Go on, take a bite of the cake.
Oooo! Maybe it's hidden in the cake? But that would be kinda tacky.

I put my fork into the cake. Nothing there. The Boy came over next to me, and the two of us ate cake together, chatting again. About halfway through, he asked me to look under the plate. I lifted the plate up, and underneath was a card. Written inside, it said, "My dearest [name], I love you. Please find a surprise underneath the table."

Smiling big, my hands reached under the tray, scanning for something, and at the lower left hand corner, I felt a little box, and that was how the Boy became the Fiancee.