There was a ring on my finger now. When he had asked me to marry him, my yes was uncontained. He arrived on a Friday night to pick me up for a date. It was the middle of the summer, 1993. He seemed nervous, but I didn’t suspect a reason why. When we arrived at the Sunken Gardens in Lincoln, he reached for my hand, and we walked around the pathways. A bright pink rose bush was in bloom to my right. I smiled at the beauty of the flowers surrounding us. There was an older couple walking before us. We slowed down to allow them to get further ahead. Tim led me up the steps to the higher level of the garden. We sat down, and he was quiet. It was starting to get dark. I looked at Tim, and he was looking at me. He had his hand in his pocket. In a moment, he had a small box in front of me and opened it up, saying, “Will you marry me?” My heart was beating so fast. I didn’t hesitate. Immediately, I said, “Yes!” He slipped the diamond ring on my finger and kissed me hard.
