Everyone asks- how did it happen? And I have to say, our story isn't very exciting. I was cooking potatoes, he tapped me on the shoulder, asked me to marry him, and I said yes.
A little part of me is a bit sad that I didn't get the big proposal with picnic at the beach, or five star hotel etc. It must be so beautiful to have an amazing proposal story to tell. But then I remind myself that it isn't what really matters, and the fact is that as much as I love hearing the amazing stories, I cringe a little at the thought of it happening to me anyways.
We have such grand notions of romance, but really the bells and whistles are just that, and what really matters is that Tom wants to spend the rest of his life with me. That is pretty special.