A Modest Proposal
I am my beloved's and he is mine. -- Song of Solomon 2:17

Us in Montana in December 2000Eileen suggested that I post this so here it is... the story of how Jon proposed to me.

It was August 18, 2000 and Jon was in San Jose visiting me.  This day happened to be his 23rd birthday and I was planning on making dinner that night for him and my family.  I had also secretly baked a cake and had given it to neighbors to hide so that he wouldn't find out about it.  I had to go to a doctor's appointment and then Dad took us out for Mediterranean food at the local falafel drive through.  (I'm not kidding.  There is such a place in San Jose.)   When we got home, we tried calling up our neighbor and had no luck.  So that Jon wouldn't find out, we were referring to the cake as a "life preserver"".  We tried several times until he finally called back and I got the cake from him.  While we were waiting to hear back from him, Dad pulled me aside and asked me if I wanted him to get another life preserver at the store.  I replied that, "no, I had life preserver making supplies in the pantry."  (I *did* have another box of cake mix and I could easily go to the store to get frosting.)   When I got the cake, I hid it in my dad's trunk and then later transferred it to my room.

After a splendid dinner of my orzo (with homemade pesto, feta cheese, sundried tomatoes, and pine nuts), I went back to my room to get the cake and tried to light the candles.  They refused to light so I got Mom and we both worked on lighting them.  We *finally* (after about five minutes) got them to light and I brought the cake into the kitchen.  Jon was suprised and blew out all the non-trick candles.  (The trick candles were the *easier* ones to light.)  After all of this, he paused to make a wish and then pulled out a box from his pocket.  He opened it and it was a beautiful silver Celtic knotwork ring.  He looked at me and said, "Jen will you marry me?"  I said, "YES!!!!" (of course).   My mom started hugging us and my dad just about passed out from shock.

Thus ends this story.  And yes, I know I'm probably getting some Jonathan Swift fans with the title of this page.