A Victim of Love

If you're like me, you looove a good grilled cheese sandwich.  There's something about the warm, cheesy, gooey yumminess that is undeniably delicious and comforting.  Plus, it's so versatile [bacon, spinach, tomatoes, different cheeses, with a side of soup or salad...the list goes on], and thereby appropriate for any occasion.

Not surprisingly, the grilled cheese sandwich is high on my list of go-to comfort foods--right up there with Chinese food, mac-n-cheese, and warm brownies.  So, when B and I arrived home after a long week filled with family celebrations, holiday gatherings and a trip to Washington, DC, I took a quick look at the freshly homemade loaf of bread in my hand and knew exactly what we'd have for dinner.

I immediately begin cutting slices of bread (and perhaps nibbling on some).  Shortly thereafter, B came in from taking Jack for a walk.  He insisted that I give Jack a treat, so I assumed he had done his business and did as I was told.

I then went back to making the sandwiches.  I can't stress enough how hungry I was!  At this point, B started to acting...oddly.  He was pacing, looking from me-to the sandwiches-to Jack-and back to me.  He assured me that he was okay, simply exhausted, so I tossed the first sandwich onto the stove.

B suddenly "strongly urged" [he swears he didn't yell] me to look at the dog. 

Quickly and urgently, I knelt down to look at Jack.  An extra dog tag hung on his collar.  I squinted and read those four magic words, "Will you marry me?"

Stunned.

Tears streaming down my face, I turned around to face B who was down on one knee, holding a gorgeous ring out for me to see.  He stumbled his way through a quick speech full of the most wonderful things a girl could ever ask to hear.  I leaned over, excitedly exclaimed, "yes!" and hugged my fiancé long and hard.

[Moments later, I realized what had been left on the stove...]

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