Space - My Final Frontier

The boyfriend flew in 10 days before Christmas so we could attend my cousin's wedding in El Paso, Texas.

For his Christmas gift, I made a small booklet tied with a red ribbon, detailling a trip I had arranged for the two of us. I rented a convertible so that we could drive up to Cape Canaveral and visit the Kennedy Space Center, which he's wanted to do since he was 10 years old. He had even managed to talk his teacher into letting the class out early that year so that he could go home and watch the shuttle launch.

Can you say "nerdy"? I think you can.

The car was fantastic. It was a 2009 model, and it was a little windy at 6am when we took off, so we bundled up and put the heat on so my toes would be warm. It was the first day I had been feeling better after a week and a half with some terrible daycare flu, so I was happy just to be upright and outdoors.

I had booked us on the NASA Up Close tour, which drove us all around the space center and near the launch pad. He was pressed up against the tour bus windows - I snuggled up and took a little nap. Space, schmace, I was tired.

We broke for lunch and I laughed for a good half hour at his misinterpretation of "Automatic Door". I walked out just before Thomas, carrying my food on a tray, and hit the handicap button with my elbow to open the doors. Thomas saw the words "Automatic Door" and the open door and sauntered out after me... not realizing that he should have pushed the button, the door closed around his wrists. He couldn't pull his hand back, because both hands were holding up a tray, and I couldn't get up to help him because I was laughing too hard. So for a good minute, all I could see was a tray jutting out of a door, and both of his hands clenched around the sides, and the door stuck around him while I tried really hard to stop laughing.

After lunch, we moved over to the viewing bleachers. It was a beautiful day - in the upper 70's, and sunny, with a really nice breeze. We were laughing and joking around, when I suddenly heard the clunk of his knee on the metal bleachers and realized he was proposing. We had talked about this for a while, and the ring was a ruby and diamond ring I had picked out, but it was incredibly sweet nonetheless. He's wonderful. And he got to get engaged on a NASA property, and is now King of The Geeks, as far as I'm concerned.

So I'm gittin' married. :)