we don't.
Sunday, Jan. 26, 2003
once, in new orleans, he asked me to marry him. a huge smile creeped over my face, and we both started nervous laughter. and he said, "come on, right now, let's just drive and go and get out of here and get married." we, of course, talked ourselves out of it by the end of the hour. in fact, in one of the last conversations we had, i got the chance to tell him that he was the only man i could ever would ever marry. when he walked through the door, it was only and always him.
he said that he either wanted to get married or have children, and he just hadn't decided which one he wanted to do with me yet. i said, well, how about both. and he would rant about how one or the other, not both. eventually, we decided on children, but we had planned out our wedding so that neither of us would have to leave the apartment or our pajamas.
