It's all happening!

It was Christmas Eve. We spent the morning exchanging a few gifts, but when all I received was a kitchen thermometer and some butcher's twine I couldn't help but feel like something was off. I left to work for a few hours and when I returned home to the smell of baked brie in the oven, a spotless apartment, and a bottle of Prosecco I thought "he must REALLY feel bad". After catching up on the Redskins game and chatting about our days, he pulled out the ring right there in our tiny kitchen. Crying and awing over the beautiful custom ring we designed together with his mom's diamond in the middle, we ate cheese, drank wine, and watched the Redskins win.