My Drew proposed on Dec 24, 2007. Nobody saw it coming especially me. We 're very happy and Drew's not a big fan of change. So I thought our state of affairs will be permanent but little did I know that he was researching and looking for that perfect ring for 4 months. My Drew, my angel, perhaps sweating bullets when he decided to take that leap of faith.
I was so tired that night; well, grouchy too! But he was a little too energetic for me, like a boy who's about to open a present he has long expected. Upon the stroke of midnight, we exchanged gifts. I can't remember now what I gave him as everything turned hazy and fuzzy that night; like a lens out of focus. He gave me a big box and it was a jewelry box specifically designed for watches. I thought, great, he's telling me I own too many watches. There was a compartent for rings too which I decided not to open because 1. I am a realist and 2. it will just open a secret longing in my heart that we would get married one day. So I shut the box lid and smiled, kissed and thanked him. Now I'm ready for bed. But he was egging me to open it again and I was thinking if he wanted me to appreciate the craftmanship more, bewildered, I obeyed. "It's really nice, baby", looking at it again and then ...I clued in. I opened the ring box and lo and behold the most beautiful ring was nestling. When I turned to look at him, he was on his knees, asking me. The question I thought I'll never hear. And I said yes and started sobbing.
