We were camping in Fort Bragg with my family this past weekend & Chucky asked my Father to go for a walk with him. When they got back, he grabbed my hand & walked me to our campsite ... got down on one knee & pulled out the small, round, red velvet box.

There was only one answer to his question & I chose it well.

"Yes!"

As if there were any way I could ever say "No."

So there it is.

The ring takes my breath away.

White gold & diamonds, sparkling like mad from my humble little finger.

I can't stop smiling.

There are many giggles as well.

As soon as we get our tattoo parlor up & running we've got a wedding to plan.

We're talking Halloween ... not really as a theme, but maybe a nice burnt orange & black as our colors & my persimmon tree will be all ablaze in it's autumn finery.

Wow.

It's amazing that you can go from so many years with Mister Wrong-Wrong-Wrong to two months with Mister Oh-So-Right as if the Wrongs had never happened.

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