i used to dream of a romantic proposal. one under the stars on a beach, or during a candlelit dinner, with lots of flowers, wine maybe, a string quartet serenading us... ok, that's probably too much. but i'm sure you get it. every girl has a dream proposal. mine is no different from most.

when mac initially asked me the question, it wasn't really a question. he said it as a-matter-of-factly. there was no formal proposal. we just started talking about it. we started planning it ~ attending fairs and exhibits, canvassing suppliers, planning oculars and registering in several caterer's 'grand food tastings'. and with what has been happening, i never thought about my dream proposal again. though, i would be a hypocrite if i say that i didn't want even a teeny-tiny ring. of course i wanted one, but with our situation, i knew we didn't need it. it wasn't practical, i thought. i was simply happy planning for our future.

but surprise, surprise. mac had other plans. we were on our bora trip ~ we just finished dinner on our first night and was preparing for bed. while watching tv, he went in front of me, blocking my view. i was initially annoyed because i wanted to see the tv! he then grabbed my hand, looked me straight in the eye and slipped the ring on my finger! i. was. dumbfounded. it probably took about a minute before i was able to collect my thoughts. it took another minute before i was able to say yes. i said yes without him asking the question! hahaha!

truth is, it wasn't the proposal that i was dreaming of. it wasn't under the stars, nor on the beach, nor during a romantic dinner, there were no roses nor a violinist, no candles or lovesongs in the background... but it was better than i ever dreamed of. it was perfect.