He popped the question...

He popped the question Friday night. He totally caught me by surprise!

I opened a slew of birthday presents. The last one was homemade. He always makes me something. They are always good.

This time it was a poem:

my best friend jake

my best friend jake has beautiful eyes
you can look at them and see forever
you can see the happiness, the sadness
and, if you look closely, his cat

but most of all, you can see his love
love abound for friends, family, his can
and, oh yeah, me

my best friend jake has a beautiful smile
he was born that way
a genuine, warm and very cute smile

my best friend and i were meant to be
we were waiting to be found
we came to each other at the right time
just when we needed to be together

we started innocently enough
one wanting to know more about the other
and within a few short days
we fell in love

could this be true? am i dreaming?
i knew he was out there, but i wasn't for sure
yet, he is true, he is real
and, i can't let him go

we've have done so much together since that day
in so short of a time, yet it comes natural
it seems as though we did this before
possibly...another time, another place

he's become my best friend
i can laugh with him, joke with him
push his buttons

and, at the end of the day
we love each other more

i have work to do
i have people to tell
i may tell too many people
but there's nothing wrong with that
because i love him

there is one final qustion i want to ask
one that will solidify our love
"will you marry me?"

Of course I said yes.

You should see the ring. Everytime I look at it, it sparkles and I think of him.

I'm excited about what this means. Not that we weren't going to spend the rest of our lives together - it's just that now everyone else knows it.