A couple weeks ago Kyle asked how often I check our bank account online. Then he recommended I don't check for awhile. OooooKaaaaay. Last night Kyle reenacted the night he proposed to me. He read a poem he wrote and sang the same song he same to me 10+ years ago and got down on one knee and presented me with my wedding ring with a read diamond. Here's the backstory: when we got engaged, we got a cubic zirconium instead of a diamond because we were poor and didn't want to go into debt for the ring. We also decided that we would probably be able to afford a real diamond by our 10th anniversary. A few months ago the CZ came out and I put my ring in my jewelry box for safe keeping until we got a replacement stone. I've been wearing my Grandma's wedding ring, so the priority for fixing the ring was fairly low (aka...kinda forgotten). Low and behold...Kyle seized the opportunity to get the ring fixed and fulfill a promise of 10 years ago.
Thank you my love! I had a wonderful anniversary!