First of all, my proposal story is proof not only of how well fi truly knows me, but also of how much he wanted that evening to be beyond perfect for me. I know he was so nervous about making it a memorable night, and he really couldn't have done a better job.
In my mind it was just a regular Thursday (June 17, 2010 to be exact) and when I got home from work and the dogs went crazy (as usual) fi was already home (again, as usual). I walked in and noticed fi got Gabby, my 2 year old American Bulldog, a new collar. When I mentioned it, fi simply replied "Yeah" and stood awkwardly in the kitchen with her.
After some more awkward standing, he goes "I got her a new tag, too." And I (not catching on that this was something special) simply replied, "Well why'd you do that? She didn't need a new tag."
At this point I am fully aware that something is going on because fi is acting very weird. He finally told me to look at it, and instead of a normal dog tag it said "Amanda" on the front, and "Will you marry me!" (there was no ? in the dog tag machine, hahaha) on the back.
He then proceeded to try to get down on one knee, but got mauled by the dogs, and it was a struggle to get the ring to me.
And just when you thought the festivities were over, he then continued to give me a gorgeous orchid plant (my favorite), a new bead for my Pandora bracelet, and take me to The Melting Pot (my favorite restaurant).
It was the best Thursday night ever.