For anyone who knows Harry, well, you know he is not an "event" planner and just kind of goes with the flow.  We knew we were eventually going to tie the knot and since we had picked out my engagement ring together I already knew the big proposal was in the air and would come eventually. And just like every girl, I had dreams of my knight in shining armor getting down on one knee, tearfully asking for tmy hand in marriage and whisking me away on a white horse....well....maybe not quite like that, but a nice date night out, romantic dinner, Coldstone ice cream, maybe?

Eh, either way, that didn't happen. He had picked up the ring from the jeweler's from having it sized and asked me while I was on my way home if I had wanted him to ask me "tonight." I had said I want you to do it when the time is right and when he wanted to but I could tell he was anxious and that he wanted it to be official.

Sitting at home a few hours later watching TV, I heard Harry fumbling the ring box as he was walking out of the kitchen, oozing nervousness so I knew what was coming. With the grace of a swan on a frozen lake he gleefully walks into the living room in very dramatic fashlion, holds his arms up in the air and exclaims, "ASHLEY ORNELLA, WILL YOU MARRY ME?"

And of course, all we could do was laugh and, obviously, I said "Yes." He did it in his own way...his own goofy way and I love him that much more for it.