I said, "You silly goose, Yes!"

With Hector's recent asthma history, I was surprised by how eager he was to take me on a run in Buffalo Park. He asked me on Thursday if I had plans for Sunday, and when I said no, he asked if I wanted to go for a run. Of course, I said yes...little did I know that was his ultimate goal.

By Friday, Hector said he'd thought it'd be better if we went on our run early Saturday morning instead. So I went along with it saying, "Sure, whatever you want., but what do you mean by early?" He woke me at 8:00 Saturday morning, and we were on the Buffalo Park trail by 9:00.

We were at the 1/4 mile marker when I asked Hector if he had brought his inhaler, and he said no. This really frustrated me. But I had Ozo, and the ground had a bounce in it, so I ran ahead of Hector, thinking, "Well he can have an asthma attack, but I am enjoying my run."

At the 1/2 mile marker, I turned back, and Hector was on the ground, on one knee. I yelled back to him to see if he was ok. He said he thought we needed to go back to get his inhaler. For a moment I contemplated telling him to just come back for me, I wanted to finish my run, I really had good momentum going. But he waved me back to him and said "Come here." As I walked up to him, he was pulling out a ring box. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, and said a certain expletive not appropriate for this site.

I honestly don't know what exactly he said to me while on his knee, but it was beautiful. He asked me to marry him, I said, "You silly goose, yes!" We kissed, hugged, and that's when the tears started for both of us. We each thanked each other for all that's been given in our relationship to make it work all these years. The ring was much more than I ever expected, but Hector is much more than I could have ever asked for.