The Proposal

Dylan's version: I had known for quite some time that Krista was the one I wanted to marry. I had purchased a ring and had asked her parents permission long before, but was still waiting for the perfect moment to ask Krista. In my mind, this would involve fireworks, or a beach sunset, or a Shetland pony. Little did I know that the perfect moment would not involve any of those; the perfect moment was with us all along. One early August night, I developed some ants in my pants and felt an overwhelming urge that I could not resist any longer. I went into my desk drawer, opened the nothing-to-see-here camouflaged package that had housed the ring for months, and brought it out to the kitchen...where Krista was washing dishes. I got on one knee, and started professing my love. Krista turned around and said, "Wait, really?! Right now?!" As I placed the ring on her soap sudsy finger, I knew it was just what I was hoping for all along; the perfect moment had come to us and she said yes!