| I work on the third floor of an office building. It was getting near noontime when I overheard two of the employees near a window whispering to each other. Then they started laughing followed by one of them looking at me and saying, "I think you need to see this." I got up from my work station and walked over to the window. As I looked down on the snow-covered sidewalk, I almost had a heart attack. Written in pieces of firewood painted black was the shape of the words, "Will you be my wife?" Standing next to the message was the unmistakeable figure of the man I love, dressed in his black overcoat, and waving up at me. By now everyone on our side of the floor had gathered around me as I waved back and nodded yes. |