I would announce my engagement to a doctor today.
The doctor and I would be married tomorrow. All of their friends would be there. A few of mine would sit quietly in the corner.
A week after the honeymoon, my husband and I would announce that I am pregnant.
In a month, I give birth to a healthy baby boy who never cries, with a batting average of .350.
A month later, I announce I am again pregnant.
Another month. A baby girl. And she LOVES ruffles, pink, and hand-made blankets.
A few more months, a few more babies.
My family becomes plump-but-firm because we always want seconds (and thirds!) and we never miss a day of church.
In a few years, I innocently ask my daughter why she doesn't have a boyfriend. My daughter, at the ripe old age of three, announces her engagement to The President of The United States (Not that one, the new one--whose platform is social security and animal adoption).
We celebrate at Cracker Barrel.