“There’s never really a good time…” he said, reaching into his pocket with one hand and fending off the new puppy with the other as we sat on the couch, digesting the steak he’d cooked us that night and enjoying a glass of wine. The perfect Valentine’s Day. “To ask you to get me an ice cream,” I expected him to say…up until the second he pulled the box from the pocket of his work pants. I still wasn’t sure it was real, even as he opened the box to reveal the most perfect moss agate and moissanite ring I could have imagined. Rose gold. Coffin cut. Unique. He did good. I’m still in disbelief that he didn’t ask me to be his wife in Borat voice. I can’t guarantee he won’t in his vows. I might even be disappointed if he doesn’t. God help us.