"Well how did you know?" I asked.

"I just knew," she replied.

"But how? HOW?" I insisted.

She just smiled and continued icing the cake. Last summer I was standing in Erica's kitchen and somehow we ended up talking about relationships. I remembered Erica telling me about meeting her husband and just knowing that he was the one. I'll be honest. I didn't get it. Excuse me. I'm slow. I needed a more practical answer, one that seemed logical. She never gave it to me. She didn't need to. When TJ and I got together, I knew. Don't ask me how I knew. I can't really explain this phenomenon. I just knew. 

Fast forward to November. We were in Vietnam for a week long holiday. After exploring Ho Chi Minh City, TJ took me to a small beach town where we had simple, honest moments. Riding bikes to the fisherman's town, splashing in the rain, eating at the same two restaurants every day, and talking about where we wanted to be in ten years. Then early one morning, as I was getting ready for breakfast, he asked me to come sit next to him. He had his guitar out and said, "I want you to hear something new. Can you tell me what you think?"  The song was about us. "I feel at home when..." After the song he made this cute speech and told me to reach into his shirt pocket. And there it was...my ring with an engraving that read "s. lemonade." We had joked that when we get old we'll sit on the porch together drinking homemade strawberry lemonade. Really. I can't imagine a more perfect person to grow old with. I said, "YES!" [my favorite word in the English language]. So now we're engaged. It has been two months and I love him more everyday. I can't wait for the wedding, but most importantly I can't wait to be married. I can't wait to say, "My husband..."

And now if you'll excuse me. I need to go dance around the room with my fiance.