It was thirty degrees colder and there were 26 more inches of snow on the ground.
February 6th fell on Sabbath and it was on an afternoon walk (Read: trudging through thigh deep snow), that Rich insisted on taking me on, that he proposed. I spent the rest of the weekend being distracted from studying for my Immunology midterm.
I didn’t remember until this morning, when I was seated in unusual room for that same Immunology midterm. Usually, we have assigned seating in one of the main lecture halls, but today, we were in other lecture hall and seating was not assigned. The same thing happened last year for the Immunology midterm.
I remember feeling unfamiliar in that testing situation and self-conscious of my ring. I was preoccupied with the foreign weight on my hand (I don’t usually wear jewelry) and anxious about the flurry of excited classmates I knew were waiting to accost me after the exam, grabbing my left hand in a too-familiar way that I would soon grow accustomed to.
How things change in a year. I wonder if Rich remembers.