This Is Happening
I stressed about Christmas.
I wanted everything to go perfectly, I wanted it to be just right. I wanted the first Christmas Bonnie and I spent together to be amazing. And in the end, all of the stress was for naught.
I wrapped it as deceptively and cleverly as possible.
I hid it under the tree.
Her family finished opening all the other presents.
They all went to the kitchen to get food.
I handed it to her.
She looked confused.
She started opening it.
I got on one knee.
Her eyes got wide.
I forgot what I was going to say.
She finished opening it.
I found my words.
She said yes.
Christmas was just fine.
