How it was supposed to go was this:
On Thursday, we were supposed to go to Animal Kingdom. We would spend a wonderful day there as I took photos of several animals. And when I was particularly engrossed in taking photos (he says when we were in front of the lemurs, which is wear the tree of life is), Chris would get down on one knee and ask me the big question. We would then go to dinner at one of our favorite restaurants. It would have been lovely and romantic.
How it really went down has more to do with impatience.
I had gone with him to pick up the ring, which in retrospect, was a bad idea. Because once I saw the emerald perched atop those diamonds, I wanted to wear it right away. But Chris said, don't you want to have something romantic? So I said, ok. Yes, I want something romantic.
Then as we were driving home, a good fifteen minutes later, I just couldn't wait. I said, "Ask me know! I want to wear the ring!" So at the stoplight, he turned to me and asked me to marry him. And ta-da! I am now engaged.
And I know so many of you want to see the ring, so here it is