Justin popped the question back in March. It was the bluest, sunniest day of 2012 and kites were flying high in Zilker Park. This is a delayed account, but none of the details have left us -- I was in a frantic rush getting ready for brunch with friends. My hair was still dripping, and I had just gotten dressed for the biggest surprise of my life. Just after noon, the True Boy Wonder, My Golden God, walks in our room and descends to one knee. Neither one of us good speak, despite his preparations. Instead, we just cried with happiness. My answer to his proposal was, "Absolutely."
Needless to say, the ring is gorgeous and the antithesis of the Crack Jacks token of my original desire.
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