I was reminded.
I didn't remember on my own.
10 years ago, Ken and I took my sister to the airport.
I was so happy because we were going to Benihana after we dropped her off.
(you know, I love that place, right?)
Anyway, for some reason, Ken convinced me to kill some time,
and we went to the top of the parking structure to watch the planes.
It was there, that he pulled out my grandmother's engagement ring.
I don't remember the exact words, but I remember feeling shocked, and excited, and happy.
A few minutes later, when he decided we should go eat, I headed back to the car.
But, that was not the plan.
I was handed a plane ticket.
We were going to San Francisco!
Now, the woman in me started to panic...I had no make-up, no toothbrush. No clothes.
I wasn't prepared for this!
My fiance assured me, everything was fine.
We arrived, and I claimed my suitcase. Filled with clothes and make-up and everything I could've ever needed.
It was as if I had packed myself, for a trip I had known about...
We spent the weekend in SF, making memories...and wedding plans.
10 years? Time flies.
(insert family picture of us out to dinner)
We were going to go out to celebrate...but Molly and I are sick.
So, we ordered in. Not how we planned it, but, just as good.
Thanks, Ken, for always packing, and being what I need.