I picked out my ring in September of 2008. Knowing that my ring had been picked out kept me awake for so many nights! It was a waiting game for when Cory was going to ask me. Cory and I went and visited my mom for Thanksgiving, I had hinted to him on how cute it would be to propose on the plane (seriously, wouldn't that be cute!?). Thanksgiving came and passed, still no ring! The anxiety built up in the meantime. My birthday came and I thought that would make a great birthday present! Nope! A lot of my friends who are engaged/married say that the day their boyfriend proposed he was nervous or acted strange, so I was keeping an eye on Cory's behaviors. I had to work Christmas Eve until 4, I came home and Cory was playing Wii while my mom was playing with Oliver. Nothing was different, so I just let it go. Took a shower, got dressed and we left to go to Cory's grandparents' house. His family is pretty small, we all go over there and eat gumbo. Everyone hands out their own presents, Cory's nanny went, his aunts and uncles, mom, grandparents and their was still ONE gift under the tree. It was for me, a red box with a green bow on top. Cory handed it to me and I opened it, whenever I did the ring was tied to the lid and popped down! I screamed out of pure shock and closed the box (when the picture on the right was taken). I will let you in on this, only Cory and I's mom knew he was proposing, so it was quite the shock to everyone. I opened the box and Cory got on one knee! I said yes and the rest is history!