I should begin by sharing that my future
bride and I are avid Tolkienites. Though
I'm ascribed the honor of resident Star Wars nerd where I teach by virtue of
the many Lego Star Wars vessels hanging from my classroom ceiling and advisorship
of the Sci-Fi Club, The Lord of the Rings is without question my sci-fi/fantasy
franchise of choice. So when it came
time to propose, I knew from the outset it ought to be very us.
And frankly, few things are more Laura and me than a shared penchant for
British period drama, which we agree finds a kind of high-water mark in Tolkien's
saga of wise, immortal Elves; stout-hearted Dwarves; brave Hobbits; sinister
Orcs; and us, humankind, a last hope for the becoming world in a long-past,
mythical epoch of transition known as Middle-Earth, of which the central
conflict, of course, hinges upon the Ring of Power, the One Ring forged by the
Dark Lord Sauron in a bygone age, with the power to ruthlessly dominate all
life.
Now, I honestly can't recall a longstanding
notion of how I wished to propose to my future wife, but I chose to ask Laura
to marry me December 13, 2013, the very night we attended an
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