Brad and I met about two years ago on our baseball team. In all honesty, he was really quiet when I first met him, and I didn't think much of it. According to Brad, he thought I was a young, snobby "south-ender." All of that changed when Brad and a friend came to the restaurant where I was working. He came into the offsale to say hi. Two hours later, we were still talking. The next week he and I went and saw Shrek 2, and as they say, the rest is history.

We both admit our relationship moved pretty quickly. I moved in with Brad after just 6 weeks. Everything was going great and then Brad got a great job opportunity...in Ontario. Brad moved in October 2004 and I decided to go along in January for my winter semester. Brad says he knew I was "the one" when I was willing to transfer universities and move to the other side of the country just to see if things could work between us. I was pretty sure we'd get married one day too. I just didn't expect the proposal for at least a year. Christmas at the earliest. But I was wrong...

Brad tried to be romantic, he really did! He came home on Thursday night from a week in Estevan and wanted to go for a walk. Thursdays I pretty much do nothing but sit on the couch watching CSI and Without A Trace. Thursdays are my TV nights, and this particular thursday I was nice and comfy. So I said no and we didn't go for a walk. 

We started talking about when we get the house (we had just bought and were eager to move in), and what it is going to be like to work on it, make it our home, and eventually have a family. Brad has always bugged me about when we're going to have kids, after all he is 9 years and some odd months older than me. My response was usually "when there's a ring on this finger," followed by jesturing with my finger (my ring finger). Well, that is exactly how I responded when he bugged me that night. Usually, he laughs it off. But this time he came up beside the couch and said "You mean kinda like this one." Apparently he asked me to marry him after that, but I was giddy, jumping up and down, hugging him, and completely not paying attention to anything he said. He could've asked me to marry a dog and I would've say yes. Once I calmed a little he asked me again for the official yes and put the ring on my finger.