To give a little insight into what I am about to tell you, I need to give you a insight into my personal ability to handle heightened emotion. While watching a television show or movie and something suspenseful/sad/incredibly happy happens, I fast-forward or walk around my home doing chores until emotions have returned to a nice normal level that I can process comfortably.  For the record, I am a terrible person to watch television with.

This phenomenon happens in real life to.  The Fella likes to say that when anything big happens in my life (which lately has been pretty often, knock on wood) I become completely cloistered.  Basically, I’m like the groundhog who saw his shadow; exciting stuff scares the crap out of me and I burrow as far into my tunnel as I can.

Okay, now, on to the blog.

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Tuesday started like any normal day in my life.  I took a bus full of people I couldn’t understand (not so different than my life in New York, actually) to the north of Israel, The Golan Heights overlooking the Sea of Galilee—kind of a famous place, this is where Jesus is said to have walked on water.

Our bus dropped us off in the wrong stop, so I had my very first hitchhiking experience (I’m expecting a call from my mother in 3…2…1).  While I would never hitchhike in America, there’s something very communal about Israeli life.  There’s enough stress to living here, there’s no time for homicidal maniacs.

Eventually we made our way to our “Tzimmer.” There’s no translation for this, it doesn’t really mean anything in Hebrew either, but to translate the idea, it’s basically a love shack.

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Once we settled in, and I had finished photographing every last inch of the place, Roy and I went for a dip in the pool-cuzzi (it was either an enormous Jacuzzi or a very small pool) on the outdoor deck.

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There was a nap, a shower, and a bit of bonding with the stray cat who adopted us over a beautiful sunset

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Eventually, our dinner arrived.  The meals were provided by a woman who lived in the village around the Tzimmer, which she dropped off via picnic basket each morning/evening.

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Okay, this picture was from the morning, but I thought it was so funny I had to use it.

 We set the table for a dinner of:

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Mushrooms in a cream sauce, salad, and vegetable quiche

Okay, now for the part you’ve been waiting for…

Over dinner Roy started saying a whole bunch of really nice things, which isn’t really rare for Roy.  He often makes random speeches about how much he loves me and can’t imagine his life without me, so as flattered as I was, I didn’t really think much of it.  Plus, the atmosphere was super-duper romantic, which makes for a perfect venue for such pontifications.

And then he got down on one knee.  At which point, I don’t know what happened because I covered my face with my hands and refused to look at him.

He said, “Kimberly Rae Miller, will you marry me?”

And, I said, “Shut Up!”

My response to the love of my life asking me to marry him was “shut up.”  But I didn’t only say it once while burying my face in my hands, I said it twice.

“Shut UP!”

To his credit, he laughed and waited for me to nod my head yes. To which he said, “Is that a yes?”

I eventually managed to squeak out words.

He then informed me that I would need to take one of my hands away from my face because he needed to put a ring on it.

Guys, I didn’t even look at the ring.  I was engaged for about ten minutes before I looked at my hand.

When I finally looked, this is what I found:

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Not the best picture, it’s really sparkly.

Roy made the ring himself.  Well, with the help of a jeweler.  But he designed it, and I think he did a pretty amazing job. We actually have to make a few adjustments to it, because the jeweler didn’t really follow all of his directions, and Roy didn’t actually see the ring until we landed in Israel a few days ago.  So, we’re heading to the jeweler today to discuss adjustments that will allow me to close my hand comfortably—it will be sad to say goodbye to it for a few days.

So, Yeah, I’m going to be Mrs. The Fella.. Now if you’ll excuse me,  I’m going to go into hiding for the foreseeable future.

Now, who has a great engagement story to share with the comments?