God 1, Micah 0

It's 6:06 pm. It's pouring. I think I even saw a few hailstones.

Well, you know what they say about the best laid plans of mice and men: "They get rained on forcing you to abandon your kick-ass idea for a way to propose to your girlfriend." I may be paraphrasing a little.

So, I roll with the punches. Plan B it is. In roughly 90 minutes, Hilary is going to walk through the front door, and there on the other side of the door to Apt. 1015 will be me, on bended knee, with the ring in one hand and a bouquet of roses in the other.

BAM!

She won't know what hit her. It's not how I drew it up in the playbook, but it will still accomplish the most important thing to me, the surprise. The evite will still have served it's purpose, which was to throw her off the trail.

So, T-minus 75 minutes and counting. I feel good. I don't feel nervous, at least not yet. This is a good thing that is about to happen. It feels very surreal. I started working towards this over two months ago, and it's strange to know that the moment is finally here. I hope it is everything Hilary wants it to be.

It's funny how life works out sometimes. I used to joke with my friends soon after I met Hilary that I was going to marry her someday, but I didn't really mean it. I never expected us to end up in a situation where it was even a possibility, but I guess good things come to those who wait.

Speaking of which, Hilary just IM'd me to say she is leaving work, so now another waiting game begins.

Wish me luck!