he asked me a question...

yesterday marked three years since zachary got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. and yesterday, he surprised me with these at work:

and we spent our evening decorating for christmas


my sister's words of wisdom when we got married was to write everything down. such good advice.
the day he proposed i remember;
-we arrived in new york city (with my family) to snow and a very delayed rent car arrival
-he was unusually tense
-he tried on at least three outfits, all of which he complained about
-the parents rented all of us a limo for my dad's birthday
-he excused himself from the dinner table to go to the bathroom
-he tapped on my shoulder and i turned to him on one knee
-i hit him, and said shut up
-then yes
-he fell asleep in the limo shortly after dinner (stressful day, i suppose)
-we sat up most of the night trying to decide who would be in our wedding party
-i was so very happy

such a great memory!