"Will you marry me?"

Today was Mike’s and my five-year anniversary. As we got closer to the date, I started wondering more and more if he planned on popping the question. We’ve already known for a long time that we want to get married, and we’ve discussed it at length many times, but he’s always said he wanted to officially ask me when the time was right. So, knowing our five-year anniversary was coming up, I started to wonder.

We made plans to go out to dinner, and as I got ready, I started getting a little nervous. “What should I wear?!” I wondered as I rifled through my clothes. “Okay, stop panicking,” I told myself. “It doesn’t matter. I’m probably wrong anyway, and just getting myself all excited for no reason.” I picked out a tee shirt and a skirt, took a shower, and threw on some mascara.

All throughout dinner, Mike seemed kind of nervous, but I couldn’t tell if it was just my mind playing tricks on me. I went to the bathroom after we finished, and half expected him to be on one knee when I came back to the table, but he wasn’t; he was just spacing out and flustered, like before. I joked that it was almost like we were on our first date, and he said, “Yeah. It kind of is.” That really kicked my girly radar up, but we left the restaurant shortly after, so I chalked it all up to me getting myself excited, and told myself to be patient.

We walked over to the TJ Maxx in the plaza and looked through a few things, then got into the car and headed toward the highway. As he drove, Mike asked, “So you wanna get married?”

“Uh, yeah,” I said, thinking it was like all of the other “Do you want to get married?” conversations we’ve had.

“Okay,” he said. “I don’t have it on me, but I have one…”

Wait, what?! ”What? Really?!” I started to tear up.

Then he told me about the ring.

To Be Continued…