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" So I&amp;#039;m in New Zealand and about 5 minutes ago, Ben went out for a run. I decided to charge my phone, and searched for the outlet converter in his backpack. I didn&amp;#039;t find it, but I did find a velvet ring box. Don&amp;#039;t look, K. Put it away. Put it away and pretend you never saw it. That worked for about 10 seconds, after which I opened up the box. And what was in the box was a beautiful, sparkly, princess-cut diamond engagement ring. I gasped. Ben&amp;#039;s going to propose. Oh my god. I&amp;#039;m getting married. I&amp;#039;M GETTING MARRIED! I let myself give the ring one last, lingering look, and then put it back where I found it. And then took it out and looked at it one more time before putting it away for good. I had a sudden, surprising urge to call my mother, but I didn&amp;#039;t want to risk it, not knowing when Ben would return. So I got out the laptop. You guys, I can&amp;#039;t believe this is actually happening. I&amp;#039;ve always assumed I was going to get married someday, but it was an abstract idea, something I could never quite picture because I never had the right person standing next to me. And I figured that when it did happen, I&amp;#039;d feel more panicked than anything else. About losing my identity. About being the &amp;quot;married girl&amp;quot; who no one invites along for ladies night. About never having sex again. And I don&amp;#039;t feel any of those things. Instead, I feel elated, like the rest of my life can&amp;#039;t happen soon enough.  Even though a small part of me wishes I hadn&amp;#039;t found the ring\u2013that it would truly be a surprise when Ben popped the question\u2013the rest of me is so giddy that it doesn&amp;#039;t even matter. I just sent this email to the girls. To: Jane, Jenna, Meg, Sarah, Marni From: K. Subject: OMGs from New Zealand I found an engagement ring in Ben&amp;#039;s bag! I&amp;#039;m getting married!  I thought about emailing my mother, but I was concerned about her Facebook use. I can totally see her changing her status to: &amp;quot;Jean is so excited that her long-suffering spinster daughter finally found someone to marry her before she lost her looks.&amp;quot; Okay, it would be more like &amp;quot;Jean is ecstatic about her daughter getting married!&amp;quot; Same thing. She&amp;#039;d assume that, since Ben and I are away, he won&amp;#039;t see it. Which he will, because we&amp;#039;ve been busting out the iPad before bed and making fun of all of our Facebook friends who are doing things like working while we&amp;#039;re having an amazing New Zealand adventure.  New Zealand adventure tales will have to wait, unfortunately, because Ben&amp;#039;s going to be back any second and I am totally going to jump him the minute he gets in the door. Well, depending on how sweaty he is. If he reeks, I may make him take a shower first. I&amp;#039;m getting married! Posted at 9:47 AM "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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