nuinca

Big, bigger, biggerest

So, we did it. Diana and I are gettin’ hitched, tying the knot, taking the plunge, living the rest of our lives in torturous monogamy. You know, whatever they call it.

Twas the morning of Christmas Eve, about 8 in the morning. Diana and I were at one of our favorite spots in the world (so far), a bald spot on the side of a mountain near the North Carolina border. You can see all of upstate South Carolina from there, and we planned on watching the sun rise.

An artist’s rendering of the area.

I had been carrying the ring around for months. I actually picked it up from the jewelers on Thursday, Aug. 21st, or, for those Jacksonville residents among us, the day Tropical Storm Fay decided to take a huge dump on us. I managed to make it over to the jewelers in Avondale and back to the paper just before they closed most of the roads in Riverside/San Marco.

Anyway, it was an amazing moment way up there in the mountains, and I even managed to video tape it. My tiny little point-and-shoot takes good video for it’s size, and I set it up behind us, looking out over the mountain, and started recording. There’s nothing you need to know about the video except for this:

Somewhere behind that dog are two very happy people.

As soon as I stood up and dropped to one knee, Jax ran for freedom. He immediately walked behind us, between us and the camera, shook himself off, stood ass-first in front of the camera, then fell to the ground and starting licking himself. It was perfect.