Carly knew that it was coming. She helped me pick out the perfect ring just for it. But, she had "no" idea when it was going to happen; even though she had a hunch, that didn't stop her from harassing me trying to figure out what I had planned! If I'm being honest, it was pretty obvious I was going to propose at Disneyland. I tried to pretend I was some great mastermind, but when both of our families went on a Christmas trip altogether, the alarm bells were definitely ringing. So it was no surprise to her when during a moonlit ride on the Storybook Boat ride, I asked her to help me write the perfect story together. What she didn't know, was that the entire day leading up to the grand finale, I had snuck pictures of the ring behind her back without her noticing; eight pictures in total (broken up by a picture of her churro), leading up to the final picture of the day where the ring was finally where it belonged: right on her finger.