We always knew that we wanted to be out of college and on our own before we got married. That was a great idea and all, but as most of us girls tend to do, I started getting antsy when we both finally did graduate...and land successful jobs...and move in together. I kept thinking with each trip that we would take that this is it...this is when he is going to ask! And then nothing. This went on for almost two years! Talk about agony! I truly started doubting myself and whether or not he really wanted to ever get married at all.

Well, as it turns out, for all of my nosiness and reading between the lines, I never saw this one coming.

It was a Friday afternoon and I had gotten home from work early. I was out front watering the yard when he pulled up, kissed me hello and took the dry cleaning inside. I kept on watering, when a few minutes later he came out, and said that Spencer (our adopted Basset Hound) had something on his neck. I asked if it was a bite and he said that he couldn't tell. He went back inside and I was rolling up the hose thinking "Great, he's got another tick on him again!" (We kept finding them when we first adopted him...poor baby!) I went out into the back yard and here comes my boy bounding over like he has something to show me. He sits down at my feet and as I lean down to inspect is fur, something incredibly shiny catches my eye. I turn his collar only to find a ring hanging there (not a tick!). Jeremy walked over, got down on one knee, and asked me to stay with him forever! Of course, I said yes!

(Who could say no to that face?!)