Ben and I have been together nearly five years and have known for several of those years we were going to grow old together. I knew he bought my ring back in June with the help of a friend/client/jeweler, but had no idea when the big question would follow. It was a beautiful Saturday morning and we had plans to go out for breakfast and then he dropped my at my massage appointment he'd had on trade for over a year and needed to use. Afterward our friend was in the lobby to pick me up after a call that Ben got a flat tire and had to get the car towed home. We had plans for the afternoon, but as soon as I opened the door and saw nearly 30 people in our livingroom I knew the plans had changed. Looking around the room I saw our friends from around town, my mom, my sister from Salt Lake City, then I saw my sister who lives in Vancouver, Canada, one of my dearest friends who's in a graduate program in Michigan, and Ben's brother a military man currently living in Maryland. He'd flown them all in just for today, and I knew this was the moment I'd been waiting patiently for all this time. The music was qued and Louie Armstrong began singing La Vie En Rose. Surrounded by our family and close friends, Ben came down the stairs, suited up, and professed his love for exactly the woman I am. He dropped to one knee and asked, "would you do me the honor of being my wife." Sadly, I was so overwhelmed by this majestic moment and he had to remind me to answer. What can you say to the man you love who planned this glorious occasion before you on one knee with a stunning antique ring except YYYEEEAAAAHHHHH!!! I love when people applaud. Instant engagement party shared by all the most important people in our life, well, almost all. They'll all be at our wedding next fall when a dear friend will marry us in a beautiful mountain field and we'll proceed to celebrate deep into the night and make memories I'll never forget.