The Hard Work That Pays

Let me just start out by saying my fiance is perfect. I mean, no one is perfect, but Jeremy is really good at being perfect for me. No one else tries as hard to make me happy, no one else will do whatever it takes to be with me as much as possible, and no ones else works as hard to get me what I want.

On Friday, Jeremy left to go to work at 4:30pm. We were both crying from a previous dispute (started by me, of course) and neither one of us wanted to be apart. By 5:30, I had stopped crying and was starting to think about what I could do to mend things between us, when suddenly, in strolls Jeremy with a bouquet of flowers!! So I started crying again and we just held each other for a very long time. Long enough for all the "whatever" from before to disappear and all the love that we have for each other to come rushing back. Finally, he pried me off of him, told me to pull myself together and put the flowers in water. When I had finished following his instructions, he had me sit down next him on the couch. Then he slid the silver band we wore for each other off my finger and pulled out a little red box.


I found this ring in Vermont the weekend he proposed and fell in love with it. Ever since, Jeremy has been working around the clock to make sure I got it.

Jeremy, I know I'm good at giving you a hard time, but where it counts the most, you are perfect.