
So people seem to want to know the details so I'll tell you how he did it :)
It was a July night, he cooked me dinner...a salmon meal, and we had wine (my baby is an excellent cook if you didn't know). We talked like we usually did when we had a backyard that sat right underneath the L train (which we loved). This past summer there were a lot of fire flies but this night the fire flies got together and decided they were going to create a perfect picture for a special moment. It looked like the stars fell to the ground, or like it was a clip out of peter pan or something while Belle (our west highland terrier) romped around the back yard probably eating them.
The dinner was eaten, the wine was flowing and he asked me if I could take the dishes upstairs. What kind of question what that? "No, I'm relaxed, I'm going to stay right here. So anyways..." "Anyway" he retorted, and our conversation continued. He asked me three more times and finally I decided to comply and went upstairs with the dishes.
When I came down he was standing with something in his hands and he asked, "Andrea, will you marry me?"(he was too old (30) to get down on his bad knees, plus there was a lot of gravel on the ground).
The tears started to flow, but not from me. I jumped up and down screaming, "ARE YOU SERIOUS? REALLY? ARE YOU SERIOUS?"
While my boyfriend of love had a faucet of tears running down his face (cutie).
After I said yes we both called our parents (and I called Lyndsay) and we announced the great news.
Now 8 months later here we are! WE'RE GETTING MARRIED! :D
PS: he's calling me a jerk,I seem to be confused. I cried...he didn't...right.
PPS: he said there was a lot of pepper in the air...right.