Ten years ago today, Valentine's Day, my boyfriend took me to my favorite restaurant to eat. He spent most of the evening not talking to me and looking distracted. I was convinced he was going to break up with me, so I figured I might as well get as much as I could out of the meal! However, when we got home, he got down on two knees and offered me the ring from a bubble gum machine. We had already discussed getting engaged, and I told him I didn't care what kind of ring I got. He then pulled out a beautiful gold celtic knot ring and asked me to marry him. I did said "yes," but then promptly called him "a f**ker" because I had been convinced he was going to dump me...
I think I am unbelievably unlucky that this man chose me. We have had 10 great years... and I can't wait to go home and see him tonight!
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