The story of how we got engaged isn’t really important. What’s important is that the next day when I woke up with a case of Montezuma’s revenge in a New York City hotel room, he sat with me on a street corner bench as I ate crackers and drank iced green tea.
He is the man that I knew I would marry for the past two years. The proposal was really just a formality.
A formality that resulted in an amazing piece of jewelry.
On our five year dating anniversary, the Boyfriend became the Fiancé.
Now, let’s work on making him the Husband.
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