Post Script

Jim and I finally had our romantic engagement celebration on Sat. Nothing big and fancy, nothing expensive, and more planned than surprise (which is what I prefer because surprises can go wrong!). Dressed in bummy clothes (well, at least I was) and armed with a quality bottle of the fruit of the vine (which had been sitting in the refridgerator for months because it didn't get used on a previous occasion), we made our way back to a place along a hiking trail where we had once had a significant conversation, but hadn't returned to since. We reflected on the past, toasted to the present, and looked forward to the future. And we didn't even use the whole bottle.