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The Glove Of My Life: A Winter Engagement Story

Glove always finds a way

Kelly Shanley
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7 min readJan 1, 2025

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Photo by Mara Ket on Unsplash / FLOPB art by Kelly Shanley

Oh my god this is it. The moment I’ve wished for for a larger percentage of my life than I’d like to admit as a feminist. He’s down on his knee, asking me to marry him. And I want to say yes so badly I can barely wait for him to finish asking me but I don’t want to interrupt — I’ve been working on that. He’s a good man who’s crazy in love with me and I’m crazy in love with him. It’s everything I ever dreamed of. But I just can’t stop wondering one thing… when do I take off my glove?

Let me back up.

It’s New Year’s Day, 2023. We are out on the pier at Skylandia Beach, my favorite most nostalgic spot in North Lake Tahoe. He has brought me here to propose to me, a day later than he had originally intended.

It’s an unconventional proposal. The attire: my ski jacket, thick leggings, Sorels (those are the good snow boots), beanies and sunglasses. And of course the gloves. Did I mention it’s sub 30 degrees?

The reason I’m focused on the glove is that I’m going to say yes and he’s going to need to put that ring on my finger and I want to take my glove off so that can go smoothly but I don’t want to be too presumptuous and take off my glove before he’s even…

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Kelly Shanley
Kelly Shanley

Written by Kelly Shanley

LA based writer/podcaster/comedian/mountain girl at heart. Outdoor lover, world traveler, loud laugher. https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/kelly-shanley

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