Like most couples, Christian and I enjoy great food, great music, and a soothing atmosphere, which is how we like to spend most of our time together. Over the course of our relationship (and especially during quarantine), we've dressed up to stay in. Christmas eve felt like no exception when Christian suggested we get snazzy for our Christmas eve dinner at home, it felt like us—intimate, fun, and familiar. Christian lit a plethora of tiny candles and we sat on our couch drinking champagne, eating, and talking about what we were feeling grateful for. After some back and forth Christian began to reflect on our relationship thus far and how special it was to him. Personally, I find comfort within intentional reflections, especially when someone is saying all of these sweet things about me :D Then Christian asked if we should open one Christmas gift, much like we both used to do on Christmas eve when we were younger. Before I could fully answer, he walked over to my stocking and brought out a petite, nicely wrapped box. My first thought was earrings, but I was highly intrigued. He walked back over to the couch and started to open the gift, which I tried to help him open since the gift was meant for me (haha). Once the teeny box was free of its red tissue paper, he slid off the couch onto one knee and opened the black box, saying "I think we should take this to the next level". My jaw dropped, my heart skipped several beats, and the tears started to flow; I said "YES, OF COURSE".