With this ring...

Eight years ago to the day I was a woman on a mission. A desperate woman. A woman with visions of dresses and cakes dominating every waking thought and breath. I wanted to get engaged and get married. This was not out of the question since I already had the guy all picked out. But for once I was not in control or calling the shots. This was Hubs domain and he was taking his sweet time.
For those of you who don't know I picked Hubs up at a Walgreens. I saw him, wanted him, and left my phone number on his car. Tacky. yes. I would not recommend this strategy for finding a spouse. It worked for me but I might be the only success story. A year and a half later I was ready for happy ever after.
So he takes me to Gulf Shores for the weekend. My little heart is racing-this has to be it!! But me being me, I can't wait. I need confirmation. I drop hints. I hug him awkwardly and often feeling for that ring box. And then the ultimate in disgusting behavior. I search his luggage while he's indisposed. Nada. Zip. Zilch. I am crushed. Devastated. Inconsolable. But I can't let on that I've been searching or he would know how crazy I am. So I put on a brave face and we head to dinnner. Tha facade cracks and I cry during dinner. I mean come on, am I a catch or what? Who wouldn't propose?!
After dinner we stroll down the beach. Hubs is acting ner-vous but I ignore it. We're holding hands amd he let's go of my hand to switch his drink can. His claim-his hand was getting cold. Weird. Actually his thought was-What if this pocket has a hole and her engagement ring falls out? Wouldn't that suck? This is all too much for him and he steers me to a beach chair. He drops to one knee and says , "Will you be my wife?" That really is what he said, I'll remember it always. I'm sure my mouth dropped open while I scrambled for him and the ring.
The best part of the story-Hubs already knew I was crazy and loved me anyway. He knew I would search for the ring. He hid it in a pair of socks. Eight years later he still knows me. He knows I'm crazy, prone to crying, and that when I get hungry I am one cranky gal. And lucky me, he still loves me anyway.