It was February 13, 2025. We had just gotten to the AirBnB in Wilmington for Valentine's weekend. Lying on the bed before dinner, I looked over to Carl and said, "By the way, happy anniversary of the day we met." He chuckled and said, "No, that's tomorrow!" We always talked about how Valentine's was the anniversary of when we got together, but it was actually the day before in 2021 that we first met in person. After playfully arguing about it, Carl sprinted from the room, saying, "I just need to check." He was gone for a while, apparently scrolling through our years of texts in a panic. Eventually he returned to the room, and said, "I had a plan for this tomorrow, but I guess I got the date wrong," and he pulled out my grandmother's ring that we had been saving in my jewelry box for the right moment. I gasped and said, "No!", to which he nervously replied, "No?" I laughed and told him never mind and to keep going with what he wanted to say. He talked for 20 minutes with the ring in his hand and never asked the question. Finally, I had to say, "Bub, do you have something you want to ask me?" "Oh yeah," he said, "uh, do you want to marry me...?" We both laughed, and of course, I said yes! He told me all about the plan he was going to do to propose the next day, but I told him this was exactly what I would have expected - clumsy, goofy, and absolutely perfect.