caught the garter and I caught the bouquet. It was a sign... The next day October 13th our
flight back to Texas, Jason kept asking me to stand up and move back a row. I didn't know it
was so he could get down on his knee and propose. I didn't stand up because 9/11 had just
happened the year before and I didn't want to freak anyone out by changing seats, so he
had to think of another way.
So he borrowed my palm pilot and found the date 3/22/03. Then he typed "My wedding"
and handed it back to me. Since it wasn't 2003 and (at that moment) I was not engaged, I
thought he had someone else's palm pilot!!! While I was staring at it trying to figure out who's
it was, he pulled my Grandmother's 50th wedding anniversary ring off my right hand and
then put it on my left hand (We had discussed him using it before). Of course I said, "YES!!"
After we landed Mom picked us up and asked how the flight went. I kinda shook my left
hand and said "This guy proposed to this girl <pause for reaction> and she said yes!!" Mom
did not catch on at first. Then we walked over to baggage claim and Mom finally asked me
what the ring was doing on my left hand. I just said, "Remember that couple on the plane
that I told you about....."
