One Monday night we went out to dinner at a great steak restaurant in Plymouth , which is about 30 minutes away from us here in Dearborn ; it’s where he grew up and lived through 6^th grade. (I know Monday night is a little unusual: we had planned to go out to dinner there Saturday, but it was raining then, which as you will see, would have ruined the next part; plus, it being a Monday night added even more to my surprise!) We had then planned to go walk around downtown and through the park there. It’s a tiny town, very clean, cute, and picturesque. There’s a bookstore on the park, so we went inside and browsed. He bought two small books, no big deal, for $12, and we

left to stroll through the little park. There is this really pretty fountain there with benches around it, and there were a bunch of townspeople meandering about, enjoying the night. We sat on one of the benches and watched several kids play around the fountain.

After a while, he pulled out the bag from the bookstore and said, “Look in this bag and tell me that I didn’t just waste $12.” I looked inside, and he had slipped the ring box in there with the books! I took a deep breath and said, “Um, there’s a little more than just the books in there.” “There is? What is it?” he questioned with a grin. I pulled out the ring box, opened it up, and he got down on his knee and asked, “Will you marry me?” I didn’t even say “yes,” at first! All I could get out was, “Oh my gosh! I love you SO much! Oh my gosh! I love you SO much! I love you SO much!” for about the next half hour.

I LOVE THIS WOMAN!