Everything you never wanted to know about me: Part 2

So, Kai asked how Patrick proposed. Heh.

I'd love to say that it was a truly romantic and sweet plan that he laid out and delivered. Shoot, I had always dreamed of that moment! The surprise! The tears that would flow...

Wellll.... I am in love with a man that can think up great surprises, but can't always keep the excitement to himself. To this day, he'll still ask me, "Do you want to know?"as we're walking out the door for an evening planned by him. :)

Basically, we knew we were going to get married. We had been together for over a year and living together for several months. We could both stand each other's bad habits and still enjoy our time together.

Apparently, Patrick had been paying for a ring for a few months. I do believe it was the Friday before Memorial Day Weekend and I was exhausted from work. Picture me passed out on our hideous black couch when Patrick nudged me.

"Wha?"

"Hey, look in my pocket."

"WHA? What for?"

"Just look in my pocket." big dopey grin all over his face...

So. I reached in his back pocket and there, in a box, was my beautiful engagement ring. He had just finished paying it off and couldn't wait another moment.

You know what? I don't think he even ever uttered the words "will you marry me?"!! I think it was just me grunting from deep sleep and then some tears of happiness. We then went to my parents' house to show it off and ended up having to tell his mom over the phone.

Anyway. That's my story. Wooo hooo... Not the huge (or even small) romantic gesture I'd always dreamed of. But it's still MINE. He told me that he had planned on having a proposal written on a big cookie cake and have it in the mall showcase window so we could stroll by it. THAT would have been fine. But he literally was broke from paying the ring off and couldn't wait till the next payday. As much as I would have loved a sweet surprise with roses or a message in a bottle or even him just on one knee in a restaurant, it's the end result that matters...

Right?

Right.... that's what I keep telling myself.