Angela Amman

An Evening in Louisiana

All week, our swimsuits stayed tucked into suitcases, tanktops and sundresses hidden beneath cardigan sweaters and, one night, a blackand silver feather boa purchased from a little store that didn’t mind usshopping with to-go cups of deceptively sweet hurricanes in our hands.


Cool air kept the infamous humidity at bay, hidden behindthe wrought iron fences embracing the lush yards of the Garden DistrictHome. 

I planned one night of relaxation before driving back toMichigan, but raindrops and cloud cover meant the tiny, private pool wouldlanguish unused during our stay at Nottoway Plantation.

Wrapped in a sweater, I settle into a wrought iron chair inour courtyard, glad Ryan upgraded our room as a surprise.  After the garish lights and bustle of BourbonStreet, the privacy is luxurious and surreal, aqua lights shining from the poolto cast a cool glow onto the stone walls barring us from any distractions.

Champagne flutes sit on the little table between us, pushedback slightly when we pull our chairs together, edges touching.  He sips once or twice, then his glass isforgotten, effervescence bubbling to the surface like our conversation, naturaland effortless.

I relax.  Even in thecool air, the chilled champagne is cold on my tongue, sweetly tickling the roofof my mouth before dancing dryly down my throat.  The ornately detailed chair presses into my thighs,etching its pattern onto my skin like a memory.

My bare legs are ready to go inside before long, but Ryan takesmy hands in both of his, his warmth banishing the chill in the air.

Looking into his eyes, blue and grey and green, the coolbreeze grows still.  Slowly, oureffortless conversation morphs into something else.  The turquoise water bathes us in a reflectiveglow, powered by words that do more than ask a question, the question. 

Yes.

Tears prick at my lids but are whisked away by our matchingsmiles, the fierce tenderness of our embrace. Laughter bubbles as we realize he’s still on one knee, making our hugperfectly awkward and unforgettable.

Yes.

He lets go of my hands at some point, because suddenlythere’s a ring nestled in black velvet, the sheen of platinum circling around to a diamond, made for myfinger, made for this moment.

Twinkling in the muted light, each facet reflects a newcolor, every color a promise.  In itssparkles, I see our family, hugs of comfort and celebration, this ring circlinga finger bent and riddled with old age. I see a life together.

Our life together.

Forever and ever, yes.  

the prompt:
Choose a moment from your personal history and mine it for sensory detail. Describe it to us in rich, evocative details. Let us breath the air, hear the heartbeat, the songs, feel the fabric and the touch of that moment.


Lauren Nicole Gifts Blog
I’m also linking this over at the Lauren Nicole Gifts Blog, for their new monthly link-up.
This month’s theme is “the best gift you’ve ever received.”

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An Evening in Louisiana

Alison & Ado are celebrating and asking us to link up a favorite post to share. 

Going through my archives, I flipped through posts about my kids and posts about running and dreaming and writing.

I kept coming back to this story, the story without which none of those other subjects would exist, at least not in the manner and beauty they exist in my life today.  If you’ve already read it, feel free to click away, though I’d love it if you stayed to read again.

All week, our swimsuits stayed tucked into suitcases, tanktops and sundresses hidden beneath cardigan sweaters and, one night, a blackand silver feather boa purchased from a little store that didn’t mind usshopping with to-go cups of deceptively sweet hurricanes in our hands.


Cool air kept the infamous humidity at bay, hidden behindthe wrought iron fences embracing the lush yards of the Garden DistrictHome. 

I planned one night of relaxation before driving back toMichigan, but raindrops and cloud cover meant the tiny, private pool wouldlanguish unused during our stay at Nottoway Plantation.

Wrapped in a sweater, I settle into a wrought iron chair inour courtyard, glad Ryan upgraded our room as a surprise.  After the garish lights and bustle of BourbonStreet, the privacy is luxurious and surreal, aqua lights shining from the poolto cast a cool glow onto the stone walls barring us from any distractions.

Champagne flutes sit on the little table between us, pushedback slightly when we pull our chairs together, edges touching.  He sips once or twice, then his glass isforgotten, effervescence bubbling to the surface like our conversation, naturaland effortless.

I relax.  Even in thecool air, the chilled champagne is cold on my tongue, sweetly tickling the roofof my mouth before dancing dryly down my throat.  The ornately detailed chair presses into my thighs,etching its pattern onto my skin like a memory.

My bare legs are ready to go inside before long, but Ryan takesmy hands in both of his, his warmth banishing the chill in the air.

Looking into his eyes, blue and grey and green, the coolbreeze grows still.  Slowly, oureffortless conversation morphs into something else.  The turquoise water bathes us in a reflectiveglow, powered by words that do more than ask a question, the question. 

Yes.

Tears prick at my lids but are whisked away by our matchingsmiles, the fierce tenderness of our embrace. Laughter bubbles as we realize he’s still on one knee, making our hugperfectly awkward and unforgettable.

Yes.

He lets go of my hands at some point, because suddenlythere’s a ring nestled in black velvet, the sheen of platinum circling around to a diamond, made for myfinger, made for this moment.

Twinkling in the muted light, each facet reflects a newcolor, every color a promise.  In itssparkles, I see our family, hugs of comfort and celebration, this ring circlinga finger bent and riddled with old age. I see a life together.

Our life together.

Forever and ever, yes.  

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the prompt:
Choose a moment from your personal history and mine it for sensory detail. Describe it to us in rich, evocative details. Let us breath the air, hear the heartbeat, the songs, feel the fabric and the touch of that moment.

Lauren Nicole Gifts Blog
I’m also linking this over at the Lauren Nicole Gifts Blog, for their new monthly link-up.
This month’s theme is “the best gift you’ve ever received.”

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Elena September 20, 2011, 3:19 am

What a fantastic engagement story! Cold legs and all. 😉 You know, I've never been to New Orleans but I felt like you took me right there.

Angela September 20, 2011, 3:54 am

Thanks 🙂  I have other stories from the French Quarter, LOL, but this one is my favorite.  I LOVED it there.  

Mama Wants This September 20, 2011, 3:58 am

Beautiful evocative story, Angela! Love that you shared this for the prompt.

dosweatthesmallstuff September 20, 2011, 4:55 am

Awww, how sweet… and in a place as romantic as New Orleans??? *sigh….*

I love engagement stories!!!  Never not make me teary-eyed.  I'm a hopeless romantic, you see 😉

picsprayerspompoms September 20, 2011, 4:57 am

Beautiful memory. Just perfectly done by Ryan and perfectly written by you so we could "see" what happened that night.

Missy | Literal Mom September 20, 2011, 5:39 am

I LOVE this!  I was right there with you.  Great job, Angela.  And yes, it is quite a gift you received.  The gift of a lifetime, actually.  🙂

Galit Breen September 20, 2011, 6:44 am

Oh honey, how very sweet is this?!

I, too, have been to Bourbon Street and will never-ever be writing those stories down! {Hee!}

But this is lovely and romantic and wonderful!

Denise September 20, 2011, 6:46 am

Perfect memory!! It made me cry….you did such an amazing job of describing the moment.

Renee McKinley September 20, 2011, 7:01 am

This is so lovely, it made me a bit teary eyed.  I've never been to New Orleans.  Now I want to go.  Your descriptions made it real place.

Angela September 20, 2011, 7:31 am

Oh thank you!  I loved it there.  I want to go back, but our timing is always off.  It's a magical place, truly.

Angela September 20, 2011, 7:31 am

Oh, thank you 🙂  (here's a tissue!)

Angela September 20, 2011, 7:32 am

Yes, our other shenanigans don't need to be outlined here.  Maybe some of the more tame ones…later…another prompt, perhaps…

So fun, right?

Angela September 20, 2011, 7:33 am

Thank you!  Best. gift. ever. without it, everything would be different.

Angela September 20, 2011, 7:33 am

Oh thanks!  I like to say he used up all of the romantic quota for our relationship that evening, LOL.

Angela September 20, 2011, 7:34 am

Well, I'm just hopeless 🙂 LOL

Technically, Nottoway is not in New Orleans.  We spent almost a week at a hotel in the French Quarter.  More drinking and dancing but no proposal.  It's a trade-off…

Angela September 20, 2011, 7:36 am

Thank you 🙂  Ryan is pretty private, but I thought this fit so well for the prompt that I had to share.

Jackie September 20, 2011, 8:13 am

What a beautiful moment to share with us! And as always so well written.

Kir September 20, 2011, 9:14 am

OMG, your engagement…it's PERFECT!!!!! it's sooo beautiful, I could have been sitting right there with you. Wow, I'm crying. It was sooo real and so perfectly written. WOW.

Elaine A. September 20, 2011, 10:05 am

Oh Angela, so romantic and beautiful!  I could "see" it all happening from your descriptions.  And I love that you got engaged in the state where I live! 🙂

shellthings September 20, 2011, 11:52 am

What a beautiful moment!

Mama Track September 20, 2011, 12:24 pm

I LOVE THIS! First, I was so jealous because I could taste the champagne. and it's my favorite. But then, then, I was just so elated for you. Can I wish you both congratulations????

Patricia Iles September 20, 2011, 3:25 pm

So tender, and so sweet. It makes my love story of picking him up in a bar seem…. redneck. 😀  You did a wonderful job of setting the scene for us. I love a good romance!

Trish in AZ
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Liz September 20, 2011, 3:26 pm

Awwww! YAYAYAYAYAY! What a happy time! And a fabulous moment to relive!

AwayWeGoNancy September 20, 2011, 6:40 pm

I really like your interplay between warmth and chill here. It captures the warmth of your future husband, and all that he brings to your life.

As usual, the writing is photograph-perfect, visual and true.

Rach B. September 20, 2011, 7:10 pm

This has to be one of the most beautiful posts I've read.  The description and anticipation you described…wow.  Just wow. 

Juliecgardner September 20, 2011, 7:18 pm

Oh, wow! Early on in the post I KNEW this would be linked to RemembeRED…
your imagery was perfection.I felt every sense awakening – just like your life together.Well done, lady. And cheers to love that's forever and ever.Yes.

Kimberly September 20, 2011, 10:30 pm

What a beautiful post written about such a romantic moment! I love the imagery you use, it brought me right there with you. Love this!!

Earlybird September 20, 2011, 10:36 pm

I enjoyed sharing this moment. I was particularly struck by 'effervescence bubbling to the surface like our conversation' and 'etching its pattern onto my skin like a memory' And the way the ring became the circle of your family life. 

Angela September 21, 2011, 5:15 am

Thank you!  I love champagne.  I could write about it all day LOL

Angela September 21, 2011, 5:15 am

Thanks Kim!  Now romance is a little harder to find 🙁

Angela September 21, 2011, 5:16 am

Thank you!  What a lovely compliment 🙂

Angela September 21, 2011, 5:16 am

Thank you!!  I appreciate it 🙂

Angela September 21, 2011, 5:17 am

It's actually kind of funny, because I am always cold, and he is never cold!

Angela September 21, 2011, 5:17 am

It was fun to write and think about again in that much detail.  Sometimes it's easy to let those memories slide to the back of my brain, when I should think about them more 🙂

Angela September 21, 2011, 5:18 am

Me too!  It's my favorite.  

And thank you.  It's hard to believe it's been so many years (2003).

Angela September 21, 2011, 5:19 am

Thanks Shell!!

Angela September 21, 2011, 5:19 am

I loved it there.  I will have to visit one day 🙂

Angela September 21, 2011, 5:19 am

Thanks Jackie!  I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Angela September 21, 2011, 5:20 am

Thanks Kir 🙂  It was one of the most lovely moments of my life…sigh…

Jennifer Bruno September 21, 2011, 2:19 pm

I love proposals!  I love the weather didn't cooperate.  It seems to make things more perfect.  You always have such a way with words and I'm drawn in to everything you write.

Hopes@Staying Afloat September 22, 2011, 2:15 pm

Oh I just love this!  The way you describe everything paints such a wonderful picture in my mind. 

Tracy September 28, 2011, 7:43 pm

I remember reading this and being blown away, not sure why I didn't comment at the time. I re-read and it's still as lovely. I love the line about champagne and your conversation being natural and effortless. I feel the same way about spending time with my husband. I loved the way you evoked the feelings without having to tell what was said.

Lindsay @lilloveandluck April 5, 2012, 6:33 pm

I love that THE special moment was in my hometown. And I love the goosebumps that your words gave me.

Angela April 8, 2012, 7:44 pm

Thank you so much! We loved it there, and I can’t wait to come visit again 🙂