One week later....
We got off the plane in Seattle and gave Clark's family (also from out of town) a big welcome hug. We were all there for a cousin's wedding and Clark's father was kind enough to include me in the trip itinerary. Little did I know that there was a larger scheme (and thinking about it now, why would he fly out a simple girlfriend for a family wedding, unless...). Our first night there Clark asked if we could go and visit downtown since it had been several years (more like 15 years) since I had lived there. Call me blind or naive, but I didn't suspect what was coming....
The elevator climbed the side of the Seattle Space Needle at a fairly rapid pace but slow enough that we could take in the city scenery. We got off the elevator, exited to the walk way outside and found ourselves almost alone (granted it was 9:50 at night and almost closing time.....all part of the plan). I looked through the huge quarter eating binoculars to see if I could find my old stomping grounds and as I pulled back I noticed that Clark was no longer standing by me. He was down on his knee holding a ring box up to me. The words he said were short, sweet and simple....."Will you marry me?".
And here we are today.....Clark in his last year of engineering school, running two businesses, and earning his pilot slot THIS FRIDAY.... and Steph graduated with 2 weeks left in her dietetic internship and working as a personal trainer and piano teacher. And happier than ever.
