I used to know him when he stood up on the top bunk and pissed off the edge. Six years old and sleep pissing free. His mind is sharp as a tack when it wants to -- or when it requires it. He's so amiable though, I cannot help but love him. It hurts to love him because he drives me insane -- we are different, so wildly different that it's absurd.
He has been seeing a very nice woman for over a year now and they have done and gone fallen in love. I don't know much about that but here it seems to me like something okay. I was in New York City (where they live together) the day that the ring came in the mail. I hid the rings in an old red soccer sock in his drawer. In his drawer until this trip to Switzerland, he kept the ring. Pushing the border of romance and tradition (and possibly Hollywood themes), he took her up to a mountain...they hiked down the mountain, picniced near a chapel and he proceded to give her do this
(The following is a re-enactment due to the inability to be on location while the actual event occured)
***On knees***
***"Wedding Ring"***
This was a ring my Uncle Jim had custom welded in his shop in Albuquerque, New Mexico. Gretchen (my brother's Fiancé) had had a dream about Dustin proposing to her. In her dream, my brother had said, "I know you wanted a diamond ring but because of my law school expenses, this is the only ring that I can afford." So in accordance with that, my brother told this story to my Uncle who easily made a replica of the ring Gretchen described that was in her dream.
***Looks so Pretty!***
***Actual Ring***
Here is the actual ring that my brother gave to Gretchen to ask to marry him. It's diamond instead of brass screw and I will not reveal here how much it cost. (I did see how much it cost when I picked it up in the mail for my brother when I was in NY, though -- yikes!).
***Fiancés***
They look happy enough to me.
March Madness...
