The night Ryan proposed to me didn't start off great. I don't remember what it was, but we had a picky argument about something. Not a fight, since we really rarely fight, but just were nit-picking one another. At the time, we only had our bulldog Henry and part of his nightly routine was to get a Greenie (note: don't EVER feed these to your pets! afterwards we discovered how horrible they are for them) before bed.

So grumpily, Ryan asked me to go get Henry a greenie. Henry, of course, followed me into the kitchen and I heard Ryan behind me, which I found odd. And as I handed Henry the greenie, I saw that around his collar was a beautiful diamond ring. As I put my hands up to my mouth in shock I turned to see Ryan, in his pjs, on one knee. Don't tell anyone I told you, but he cried. :)

So I, of course, said yes and we hugged/cried for a few minutes in the middle of the living room. We were in our PJs and Henry was chomping on a greenie. It was so me, so us, that it was absolutely perfect.