It was Saturday June 2, 2012, our 5 year anniversary of dating. We went on a weekend trip to Las Vegas, I had a feeling something was up as we were staying at the Venetian and he had dinner plans for Saturday at Picasso in Bellagio (look it up!). On Saturday morning, we went down to purchase our tickets for the Gondola ride in the Venetian for later that evening, he purchased the private Gondola tickets, that was another clue to me, even though he says he didn't know if he was going to propose on there or not. That evening, before dinner, we went on the Gondola ride. It was the cheesiest, mushiest time and while we were on the Gondola coming back, he asked me, "Would you kill me if I did something crazy right now?" I asked "Like what?!", he asked the same question again, I gave the same response two more times until he pulled the ring out of his pocket, held it there for a moment and asked "Will you marry me?" I said, "Of course I will!" and he slid the ring on my finger. Our Gondolier bent down and said quietly (as we were being very private about our moment), "Cento anni di fortuna, that means 100 years of good luck. Congratulations you two!" and I looked back at him and let him know it was our 5 year anniversary too, he said, "oh well, then Cento e uno anni di fortuna!"
and of course...the ring...
and the happy couple a few hours after he proposed
