The Proposal
On Sunday mornings we often eat breakfast together. We like our breakfasts savory and greasy. That day I made bacon, eggs, and garlic potatoes like my dad makes. We had time before church at 12:30 to go on a walk. Patrick suggested Murray Park. I’m not ever opposed to Murray Park. It’s my favorite. It’s littered with trees and rushing streams, and filled with ducks and geese. It was a sunny, chilly morning, perfect for a walk. I wasn’t looking too nice. I had my hair up in ugly curled buns (so I could take them out for church later). I had no makeup on yet. I put on my skinny jeans and a black KISS shirt. I can’t remember if I was wearing my gray jacket or my Disneyland jacket. Anyway, when I say I wasn’t looking cute, that’s probably understating my general frumpiness. When we got there, we stopped and looked at a duck family with two babies. We passed by a large Asian group having a church service in one of the reserved areas. We walked up and around to the right in a counte