Six Years

Kitten, correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure that we were engaged on this date in 2002.
Seems like I should remember such a momentous event. I certainly remember your oh-so-covert undercover operations to get the ring. Like having me pick out what I wanted on Blue Nile and pretending like maybe you'd order it at some point, then calling me a few nights later to ask my ring size. And then talking about where you thought we should have our reception.
It's a good thing you're a sailor and not some secret agent...
I'm sure it didn't help that once you hinted you'd made the purchase, I was gagging trying to keep from calling and asking you every 10 minutes if it had arrived. I was in Mankato and you were in St. Paul.
You showed up on my doorstep one evening with your dog in tow and I pretended that I couldn't for the life of me figure out why in the world you were there, looking just a little flustered. Even Greta and Freddie were a little flustered. Eventually, you had the opportunity to pop the question. I pretended to act all surprised. Really, it wasn't all that surprising. I knew that I was gonna marry you about 12 minutes after I'd met you.
I had expected to watch a little TV and go to bed early that night. Plans got changed, we ended up going out for a nice supper and then my parents raced up to Mankato to congratulate us and admire my ring. Happy Anniversary, Kit. I'm glad all of this happened.
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