It was July 11th when I thought I was receiving a birthday present. What I got was much more.

"Close your eyes," he said.
I thought nothing of it. Playfully, I covered my eyes and waited. I didn't know what was coming, but for some reason I was compliant.
"Keep you eyes closed," he reminded, shuffling through what sounded like boxes in the closet.
I listened, a small smirk creeping onto my face. He was pulling out a birthday present, I knew it.
"Alright," he paused and I felt something touch the bed. "Open your eyes."

For years I've always felt that Build-A-Bears were the sweetest gifts. They represented love in a physical form, based off of what someone else knows about you. And there he was, my first bear. I was in tears as I pulled out the adorable brown plush, hugging him tightly as I reached for his birth certificate.

Mary Mi

"Mary My," I pronounced. It was such a strange name. Douglas just looked at me until it hit. "Mary… me? MARRY ME? YOU WANT ME TO MARRY YOU?" I was shouting and crying by now.
"Yes," he responded simply, pulling out the ring.
"Yes!" I cired out. "This isn't some horrible joke, right? You really want me to marry you?" My insecurites leaked.
"Yes, Mytrice. I love you. Why would I do that?"
I smiled and hugged him tightly, repeating that I would of course marry him.