Brad and I had been dating for a few years, and I knew he was the one. We had talked sporadically about getting engaged, but we had no definite timeline in place. Brad had just finished his first year in law school and had decided to go to London and Paris for the summer to study International Law. Of course, it was very bittersweet. I knew this was a wonderful opportunity for him (and a great excuse for me to visit Europe!), but I was sad to see him gone for the whole summer. On his last day in Phoenix, as I was helping him pack, he said he had a present for me and pushed a giant cardboard box over my way.
The box was filled to the brim with huge manila envelopes, each one dated for a day that he would be gone. Below the envelopes were gifts all wrapped up and also dated. He had written letters for me to read every night before I went to bed, and got small presents for me to open each morning when I woke up. It was a way for him to be there, even though he was gone.
He left, and the summer went by slowly, but having his words to read each night made the time more bearable. We had planned for me to come and visit at the end of his program in Paris, and I was getting excited to see him as the days passed. On my last day in Phoenix, I opened up my final letter. Inside was a very sweet note about our relationship and a message telling me that my final gift was waiting for me in Paris. I arrived, and we spent our first few days sightseeing, traveling and enjoying our time together. On our last day, he took me to the Luxembourg Gardens for our final picnic of the trip. After eating, he reminded me of his last letter and the gift that was waiting for my arrival. He pulled out the ring, got down on one knee and the rest is history.