At 7am the phone rang.
“What did you get for Christmas?”
“Mmmmm? I don’t know, Mom. I was asleep. We don’t start Christmas at 6am in our house.”
“Sorry, baby. I’ll call you back later.”
I tried to doze again. After about an hour of fitful slumber, I gave up and went to the kitchen to make myself a cup of hot chocolate. My then boyfriend appeared soon thereafter. Curled up on the couch in our pajamas, we decided that the best activity for drowsy people was opening Christmas presents.
I pulled out the gifts from under the tree and stacked them in front of my partner. He produced a small box from his pocket, handed it to me, and dug into his pile of packages.
I opened my gift. Pearl earrings. I said my “Oooohs” and “Ahhhhs” and set the box aside. My boyfriend gave me a kiss and returned to his presents.
After awhile I began to feel that this gift-giving thing seemed somewhat one-sided and that clearly one of us was spoiled.
Finally he finished opening his presents. He leaned towards me, presumably to thank me for my obvious generosity, and pulled a small box from his other pocket.
I unwrapped a second tiny package and opened it. And stared.
At about the time my sleepy brain began to understand what I was looking at, I felt his lips near my ear.
“Will you marry me?”