The Story

Well, since Jeff had to go and post something above my announcement, I figured I had to post something to get my glory back. So, this is how it all went down.

We decided to go golfing, which we have been meaning to do for a long while. We went to Rose Park golf course near Kirk & Christy's. I had decided that I would put the ring in the 9th hole so when she made her put she could find the ring and we would still get our full game in. The only problem was, I would have to leave the ring in the box so it didn't get lost or damaged, although that made it easier for her to see. It was a risk I was willing to take.

About hole #7 I was thinking I had made a huge mistake. Needless to say, we are not professional golfers and couldn't make any of our putts. I realized it would be a disaster when she went to putt and it took her 3 shots. She would see it too soon for sure.

So, along came the 9th green. I had to get her to slow down while I went and found my ball, so I told her to wait and we would have a competition on the final hole, the loser of course would have to buy drinks. I went and removed the flag, ever so slyly placing the ring and box in the hole. I went first and missed my putt but quickly hit my ball in the last 6 inches.

That is when the miracle happened. The heavens were opened and Tamara sank her putt from about 12-15 feet. After the day's putting, I am sure it was divine intervention that got the ball in the hole. She was pretty excited about that and was already celebrating as she went to pick her ball up out of the hole. When she got there she bent down about halfway before she just stopped and stared.

I was of course kneeling down next to her now and I picked up the ring since she didn't seem to want to pick it up herself. She didn't really say anything, but started hugging me and freaking out, so I figured that counted as a yes.