When he returned from Portland, he met me at work to pick up the car and asked if he could grab some chinese food. There I am, sitting in the hatchback of our Prius, when he hands me a gyoza box. I open it and there's a ring box inside. I am at once thrilled and horrified that this is how it's happening. Inside was a baby picture of AJ. I half smiled and said, "that's...cute?" For the next 12 days, I received a box every day with a token of our life together. By the 13th day, the novelty had warn off and I pretty much assumed I'd be opening boxes for the rest of my life. Instead, he picked me up at work and drove me to the first winery that he had joined and the first winery he had taken me to when I was living in New York. We did a tasting-- nothing. We walked through the garden and the vines-- nothing. The sun was setting, the winery was closing, and I was flumoxed. He walked me to "watch the Zin grapes being smashed" in the barn out back. We walked through workers and up a random wooden staircase and there was a bottle of wine on ice and the final ring box waiting for me. We got to sit looking out of a picture window and talk about our life together, call our parents and friends, and just be together. It was absolutely perfect.