Owen got me a ring. THE ring we saw in a window from three years ago, and when we saw it back then, It was so special that we both stopped and stared at it. Apparently, He's been paying on it this whole time. I can't stop crying. Wait until you hear the way he gave it to me: He took me in the store on our way walking to dinner, to look to see if they, by chance, after three years, still had the ring. There were tons of rings in their windows. They didn't, or so I thought. They jeweler played it off so perfectly. So we went to dinner. On the way walking back by, there sat the ring. Only the one ring. Nothing else was in the window. The employees all stood there smiling. Owen said "it's there! And it's yours!" He said he'd marry me over and over again. He said all these amazing things about us and we both stood on the street in St. Charles, MO and bawled. What a ten years it's been. we had a rough bump there a while back, and almost didn't make it. I'm so proud of is for making it here. I don't know what I ever did to find someone to love me like this. I'm a weepy mess.
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