25 years ago,
I got a cute little puppy for Christmas.
Which is nice and all,
I was expecting a ring.
a diamond ring.
It was early evening on the 27th of December, 1986.
My family was going to be heading to Illinois soon.
Tyler came to my apartment around 6:00.
7ish, I called my mom and told her
it wasn't looking like it'd be today, either,
and to just go ahead and leave.
Not long after that,
Tyler asked me to get him a piece of banana bread.
I went to the fridge
(I kept banana bread in the fridge?!?)
and there, sitting in my nearly empty fridge
was a little green velvet-lined box
with a sparkly huge diamond peeking out of it.
I squealed and ran to the living room
where Tyler got down on one knee
and asked me to marry him.
I called my mom back and told her not to leave yet
and we ran over to show off my ring.
He never did get that slice of banana bread.
But it's okay,
'cause pretty much every year since,
he's gotten some.