There he was, flowers in his hands, a glow in his heart, warmth he couldn’t explain, a determination to create something from the little his hands could find for the last couple of years, and a hope that fate would smile on him just this once. He wondered how he would voice his thoughts, what words he would say that could sum up the last two years, how he would speak the words, and how he could string them to predict the next fifty years. It was too late to think! He had watched that scenario in his mind’s eye, and had practiced like the child he knew he could sometimes be. This was it. He had it all planned out… he would be on one knee while she stood elegant and beautiful as always, he would carry with him the ring that best tries to paint her beauty and wrap it with all the love and care his heart had to offer. The moon would be somewhere above her head playing the strings of his heart in a romantic tune. He figured she didn’t have to do anything. Just to ...