The weather was terrible that day. Thick clouds had put a blanket over the sky giving everything a grey hue. The hardest shower of the day occurred as I was walking to my car after work. I was drenched in the raindrops of a weary Wednesday, angry with the choice of time for my departure from work. “Will you check the mail?” Page cheerfully said to me as I finished pulling my car into the garage. Somewhat angry that he had been home for over an hour and hadn’t checked it yet, I turned to the driveway and slowly waddled myself to the mailbox, trying to prevent my wet pants from rubbing against my legs. I took one last glance at Page standing on the stoop before I opened the mailbox. He had once had our dog Ari in his hands, now both hands were vacant, leading me to suspicion. I opened the door to the mailbox to find a small black box and an envelope addressed to me, from Page. I immediately grabbed the box and envelope and hurried into the house. I just hoped that this was what I had been impatiently wishing for. Standing in the laundry room I became shy as Page stared at me with nervousness. “Will you marry me?” the letter asked. Unable to speak, I wrapped myself around Page - the words I wanted to say streamed down my face. Suddenly, I forgot about the clouds and the rain, and I close my eyes and thanked God I got so lucky.