We had been dating for nearly two years when I got my first job in my career field, which meant moving 300 miles away. Being a hopeless romantic, I was hoping for some grand gesture of a proposal before I left as a sort of promise that we would still be together. However, knowing that this is what I was expecting, Tony put it off.
We decided to take turns traveling to see each other every other weekend. During my second trip up to Spokane, we decided to celebrate our two year anniversary a couple weeks early. Tony was very sweet in recreating our first anniversary by taking me to Dock Side at the Coeur d’Alene Resort followed by a stroll around the marina at sunset. Just as we get to the top of the bridge at the marina, Tony stops and says he has something he wants to share with me. He pulls out his phone and reads his first ever poem that expresses his love for me, however, he did in a way that only my husband can do. Being the open, honest comedian that he is, he precedes to tell me not only how pretty I am, but that I must be "The One" since I always forgive his dairy farts. And because he could, he threw in another rhyme about poo before getting down on his knee and proposing. I couldn't help but laugh as I accepted his proposal. It may not be the grand gesture that you would see in any chick flick, but it’s certainly something I will never forget!