The Proposal

Guilty girlfriend...

Okay, so I might have a tendency to be a little impatient sometimes. While I can contain my excitement for long periods of time when necessary, there are certainly times where I decide that I want something and do what is necessary to get it.
Let me preface this with the fact that shortly after our first anniversary, I was certain that he was indeed the man I wanted to marry. I didn't say anything to him for more than a year. About a year later, my mother's boyfriend proposed and we were thrown into the plans of her wedding. Somehow, we stumbled upon the topic of the ring my father had given her so many years earlier, and how she wanted me to have it. A few weeks later, she gave it to Chris and I.
At this point, we had been talking about marriage for awhile and knew it was something we both wanted, but weren't sure if the time was right. When I slipped the ring on my finger, it fit perfectly. I couldn't stop smiling. I looked at him and admitted that I didn't want to take it off. When he admitted that he didn't want me to either, we decided that we would announce our engagement and start planning our wedding.
So while I may have jumped the gun on this one, and I might wish I had been more patient so he could have come up with a surprise proposal, the end result was what we both want so badly: to spend the rest of our lives together. I can't help but wonder what he would have come up with on his own though...
Am I the only one who assumed the close on their engagement?