Yes.

Of course it was assumed that Jason and I would eventually get married. We're having a baby together, and we've spent the past several months blending our lives and families.  But that assumption, that certainty, doesn't make the question "Will you marry me?" any less heart stopping than it is for anyone else. I am 32 years old, and I've never been engaged. I've waited a long time for the moment when the man I love drops to his knee and slips a ring on my finger.

We knew we wanted to get married [to each other], but since our established timeline for our lives was obliterated months ago, we really didn't have a specific vision about when it would happen. We talked about it some, looked at rings, and then focused on the more immediate major life event - the birth of our child. Wedding talk was, for the most part, stashed away to be addressed some other time. Some other time when we weren't up to our eyeballs in family blending and pregnancy.

So on Saturday, when I turned around to find Jason on his knee with a little box in his hand, I couldn't have been more caught off guard. It was unexpected and perfect for me, just like he is.

We started off the day with Tanner's soccer game. It was beautiful - warm and sunny - and they played a great game. Afterwards, Tanner went over to a friend's house to play, and because Jayden was visiting his mom, we found ourselves looking at a full Saturday afternoon where we could just be together. Just us.

Since both of us are practical, we chose to spend the day running errands and checking things off of our to-do list. All afternoon we went from one place to another. It's amazing how pleasant errand-running can be when you're in great company.

We got home late afternoon and were sitting on the floor in the baby's room, enjoying our last few minutes together before we had to pick up Tanner and had friends arriving for dinner. I got up to put something away in the closet. When I turned around, Jason was there behind me, on his knee and visibly shaking.

"Today was a perfect day," he said. "And exactly what I want the rest of my life to be like. Will you marry me?"

There was no drama, no big scene, nothing to mark the moment other than my complete and utter certainty that my dreams were coming true, after so many years of patiently waiting. The scene, our baby's room, was the ideal setting for his proposal. His sincerity, his nervousness, the love in his eyes....It was exactly what I have always wanted.

Of course I said yes. Because it was a perfect day, on the heels of a not-so-perfect week, which made me see that we have already weathered some serious storms together, and when they pass I feel closer and more in love with him than I was before. When you feel that thing with someone, you don't let it go. The storms do pass. We have coped with a lot in our first year together - the kind of stuff that could've easily split us up. But it didn't. Instead we've been brought closer together, and that's why I said yes. Not because of the baby. Not because of the house or the security or cards we were dealt. I said yes because after this year and all we've had thrown at us, I feel like we can take on the world together. I feel like there is not another person in this world I want on my team. For the rest of my life.