A week ago tonight on the 2.5 year anniversary of when we met and started dating, Enrique asked me to marry him. I said yes. (Three times.)
To the left is a picture of my Grandma Mae's ring. She gave it to me when I was 10 or so but told me I couldn't have it till I was grown up; when I was grown up but actively nomadic, she said I should settle down a bit. I think this moment qualifies.
Tentative plans for summer 2008 wedding in Minneapolis, possibly later than summer depending on a whole bunch of things.