I’d been with my boyfriend for almost two and a half years. In the past six months, we bought a house together, got two dogs (we already had 3 cats and a bunny), my grandpa died (first loss in the family that I actually have memory of), I got pneumonia, my dads house burned down, and lastly, my uncle died. Pretty shitty time in my life, on our way to my grandmas house after my uncle died, I looked at my boyfriend and said, “at this rate, no one will be alive for our wedding.”

Anyway, I finally move past all my depression a bit and start thinking of marriage again (we’ve talk about it a lot). So it’s Friday, I work at 5 pm, so I look at my boyfriend and say “hey, let’s go get me an engagement ring.”

He’s like “what really?”

“Yup :)”

So we did, and now that’s my fiancé. ❤️