A cute little story

On Labour Day, the Peach and I went to Rocky Mountain House National Historic Site Provincial Park on a day trip; it was the only free day we both had where I could borrow my folks' car and go anywhere. The trip was a lot of fun; on the way down, I had a minor panic attack about the gas prices ("$35 to put half a tank of gas in?!?"), and we had the stereo blasting with old mix tapes I had made her over the course of our courtship ("I put NoMeansNo and Strung Out on your tape? I didn't know you at all, did I?").

We arrived just as the site opened; we wandered through the five-minute display of the old forts, and went on the 3.2 km hike through the woods, alongside the North Saskatchewan River, looking at local plantlife and being amused by a french couple who, for the limited amount of time we saw them, spent most of their time trying to get as far away from each other as possible. At the halfway mark, we went out to the river and sat on a big rock, eating our trail mix and carrots, and appreciating the cool breeze and clear skies.

At this point, I pull out my presents. A few things she needs to go back for her last year in Education, and as is my custom, two Mr. Men books. I usually try and get a Mr. book that represents me, and a Little Miss book that represents Peach; this time it was Mr. Sneeze (hooray for hay fever!) and Little Miss Stubborn (I love her, but she really is). I took out my pen and wrote my personalizations, and on the Mr. Sneeze one, I wrote:

To Peach, Will you marry me?
All my love, Doc.

And, since I couldn't jump off the rock and kneel on the gravel and mud, I just held the open box with the ring on it out to her, and tried to not fall off the rock.

It's not the most romantick-y story, but people tell me it's cute.