It's Valentine's Day and other than being a holiday predicated on flowers and chocolate -- and what can possibly be wrong with a holiday based on flowers and chocolate -- it also happens to be the day that one incredibly cute guy asked me to marry him.
On an airplane.
Well actually, the pilot announced to the whole plane that Eric wondered if I'd marry him before he asked me again, just in case I hadn't heard the pilot.
I said, "yes" and then he stood up and told the whole plane that I said, "yes." And then all the people on the plane cheered, and the flight attendant brought us champagne and told us the pilot would like to meet us.
It was a sweet moment arranged by an incredibly sweet guy.
He also happens to be incredibly-funny, fiercely-protective, as-handy-as-they-come, smart, kind, generous and an amazing dad. And did I mention that he's just as cute as the day he asked me to marry him?
So Happy Valentine's Day my darling husband. Thank you for asking me to spend my life with you.
I'm sure glad that I said, "yes."