I have been with my fiancé, D, for five years and have only seen him cry once. He is not the "wine and dine" type of guy, but that's why I love him. All the little gestures mean more to me than a dozen roses.
Yesterday was the first Christmas that D and I have spent together in over five and half years. Most, if not all my family lives out of state, so I'm out of town every holiday. We both woke up at 7 am and wished each other Merry Christmas. D said, "This is the first time we've ever spent a Christmas together," and I replied, "Yeah, but it just feels like another day." He asked me to make coffee, and he was pretty persistent. I thought it was too early, and just wanted to go back to sleep! After so many coffee requests, I finally got up and went to the kitchen.
As I was making coffee and putting dishes away, I could hear D ask our dogs, "Okay, are you guys ready?" He said, "I have another surprise for you." I smiled and responded, "Thanks dude, I knew you would get me the last Sookie Stackhouse book." He said, "Nope," and started to tear up and pulled out a little wooden box. He said, "Merry Christmas, I love you." Through all or my tears and sobs, I think he must have asked me to marry him seven times!
I had no makeup on, I didn't brush my hair or teeth, and we didn't have to get dressed up. He didn't have to take me on a trip or fancy dinner, but this is my idea of the perfect engagement and Christmas present. For the record, D did get down on one knee and this was the second time I've ever seen him cry.