Andy took me to Galveston for the weekend to see Dickens on the Strand. We stayed at the Tremont House in the historic Strand District. After it got dark, he took me down to the waterfront for dinner. It was a fancy set up, white linens and candles, and I was in my jeans and wind blown hair, but as usual, Andy didn't appear to notice my less than perfect presentation. He never seems to notice if I'm less than perfect. 

He asked before we had even ordered drinks! I couldn't tell you what he said specifically. As soon as he brought out the box it was like listening to muppet speak in the background! I cried and cried. Of course I said yes! 

He told me how his boys weekend with Will Quinn in Vegas this past October had the ulterior motive of getting the diamond for the ring. How it had been burning a hole in his pocket ever since. He had the ring designed, just for me, every gorgeous, perfect detail. And the crying continued!

It was the perfect proposal from the perfect man.