John and I were on our way to St. Louis, Missouri, for a quic trip of job interviews and apartment hunting. His job promotio required him to move, and, even though we weren't engaged yel he asked me to move with him.

We had discussed getting married and already looked ; rings. John even asked my parents for their blessing (a little old-fashioned, but it scored points with the soon-to-be in-laws) Everything was set, though we weren't officially engaged.

As we boarded our plane, I found our seats and put my be into the overhead bin. Behind schedule, we sat waiting for parture and noticed one of the pilots leave the plane. When \ returned we were ready for takeoff.

About twenty minutes into the flight the captain made usual announcements: altitude, weather, arrival time, my name.

What? Did I just hear my name? My heart started pounding Did / do something wrong? Did my bags not make the fligh What was going on? Even with all of these thoughts racir through my mind, I somehow heard every word:

"Attention please. Attention Lynette Baker. Lynette,lelms would like to know if you would spend the rest of your life rith him. If you accept, please press the 'call' button and the attendants will be with you shortly. "

My heart continued its thumping and my eyes filled with jars. When John opened a small ring box and smiled, I whispered, "Yes. "

He placed the ring on my hand and we embraced as the their passengers cheered. But wait...I was supposed to push the ill button. I couldn't reach it with my seatbelt still fastened, so my 2W fiance gladly pressed it for me. All three attendants rejonded, one carrying a bottle of champagne.

As we landed and approached our gate, the captain again eluded us in his announcements.

"Congratulations to the newly engaged couple. On behalf of  entire crew, let me wish you the best. "

As we exited the plane, John thanked the flight attendants for clping with his plan. It was then that we learned that the pilot id left the plane earlier to get our bottle of champagne!