For something I have thought so much about, over so long, in so many different ways - I don't really know how to start.
Last Thursday was the mine and The Huns 4.5 year anniversary.
Last Thursday was the day he surprised me more than I had ever expected.
Last Thursday was the day he became my fiance.
I walked in the door, holding on to some anger from earlier in the day. He greeted me and I grunted a hello and headed straight for the shower. I flicked on the bathroom light and exhaust fan to get ready for my shower and I heard music coming from the other room - the song a few months ago I had suggested could be our wedding song one day. I flicked off the light and exhaust so I could listen.
"Did you look on the bed?" he asked, hopefully.
"No" was my gruff response.
I turned, and on my pillow was a single red rose and a gorgeous little stuffed bear.
"Thankyooou" I called as I turned around.
And he was in the doorway with a box. I look inquisitively and turned and opened it on the ironing bored.
A bottle of Brown Brothers Moscato.
Two wine glasses.
And a ring box, perfectly wrapped with a little bow.
He held me and he asked me.
And all I could respond with was tears, and 'did you wrap this yourself?' and 'can I open it?' and 'really?' and 'really?' and 'really?'.
And it wasn't until the song almost ended that I remembered I should tell him 'yes'.
It was so perfect.
And I am just so happy.