Our mutual friend Shiv called on Friday night and invited us both out to "meet a friend". Neither of us thought anything of it, especially didn't think it was a set up. So we met up at Hanks Bar in Tacoma and quickly struck up great conversation over drinks, met friends, and decided to get together the next night in Federal Way. Sparks flew, tequila shots and Manny's were poured, and one of us (not Brett) won at darts.

It was a Monday after work and we decided to go for a run down to pick up Riley dog from his grand-paw-rents house. Half way there Brett said he had to stop because something was hurting his ankle. He decided to carry on and when we finally got to the end of our run he sat down on a rock to fix his ankle. Brett pulled a tissue out of his sock that he had strategically tucked down by his ankle. I giggled because I thought it was a laundry sheet... until I saw the sparkle. Brett got down on one knee and asked the best question, and I said YES!