Three years ago tonight, I said "yes" to Dan when he asked me to marry him. We made dinner together in our pajamas, drank wine and then he asked me to dance. He held me tight for a few minutes before nervously getting down on one knee and asking one of the most important and life-changing questions (the other being, "Do, you, Brooke, take Dan....?") a girl can be asked. There were no cameras, no spectators (besides Paisley), and no elaborate plans. Yet, it was perfectly private and special and US. I don't precisely remember everything he said to me, but it would stay between us forever anyway. I still get teary thinking about how incredible that moment was.
Tonight, we'll celebrate with a special dinner and a bottle of the same wine. I'll hug him a little tighter, snuggle in a little closer, and remember that on January 25, 2009, I told him I'd marry him, and I've been glad I said "yes" every day since.