I had been waiting for Jeff to propose to me for a long time. Every time that I came home from India, I expected a proposal. In fact, my coworkers in India would come to me after every vacation asking if he has done it yet. It got quite embarrassing by the end.
The day he actually asked me was the same day that I arrived home from India. I had been traveling for over thirty hours. I was tired, dirty and ready for a long shower and a good night sleep. Jeff picked me up from the airport and drove me home. He was so excited to see me after we had been apart for more than five months. Jeff kept talking to me in the car on the drive home. Me, I was so exhausted that I could barely keep my eyes open and did actually fall asleep a couple of times.
When we got home, he had a long stem rose on the set table. Dinner all set out. He had made a cold noodle salad that we both love. I saw the dinner, and all I could think was that I wanted a shower and the bed. I told Jeff this, and his face dropped so much that I relented and had dinner with him. Lucky for me I did, because after dinner Jeff started to tell me a story.
Years ago, when we were only about a year into our relationship Jeff and I were writing messages with our fingers on each other's back and guessing what it said. Jeff wrote one message that I could just not decipher. He never told me what he had written. Well right then, after dinner, he told me what he had wrote, and it was: "Will you marry me?" At that moment he took out the ring and presented it to me. I was so excited that I don't even think I let him finish his sentence before I said, "Yes!" and covered him in kisses.