I'll give you a hug as soon as my hands are out of this pumpkin

As my hands were deep inside a pumpkin scraping out the seeds and stringy undesirables and Miguel was working on school work, I asked, "Are we engaged?" (What I actually asked was certainly not as succinct a question but that was the intent.) Now, this might seem like an odd question and certainly not in the most romantic circumstances ... But here is why I was confused and asked the question. Several weeks before leaving for Costa Rica, we had some conversations about marriage. Somewhere in the midst of those talks we jointly agreed and decided to get married. Since those discussions, I've brought up the topic numerous times wanting to clarify his commitment. It has just felt very nebulous not having the "Will you marry me?" question in there. This weekend we sat down with pen and paper to discuss all of the big decisions and changes that are to happen in the next several months. One of the topics was marriage. Given the concreteness of the discussion, it seemed that marriage really was going to happen. Hence the question of engagement. We are planning on getting married before the end of the year.