We’re getting married!

After being sick all week, I finally started to feel better—and somehow, that’s when everything fell into place. I got home before Taylor and noticed he had stopped at his mom’s house, which felt a little suspicious. When he came home with a small package, I couldn’t help but pester him until he finally showed me—a little black box with my ring inside. I tried it on, smiled, and said, “Well honey… it fits,” and just like that, it went back in the box. For the next couple days, he teased me by leaving it in sight, knowing I couldn’t officially have it yet. Then one night, in our pajamas getting ready to eat Napoli’s, he told me if I could find the ring while he ran to the gas station, I could have it. I found it in minutes. When he got back, he rolled over to me in his chair, took off his gaming headset (only after I told him to), got on one knee—with a little groan—and said, “Kaylee, will you just marry me?” I said yes. He smiled and said, “I think we’re supposed to kiss now,” so we did. Not perfect, not planned—but completely us.