He borrowed one of her rings a long time ago so that he could be sure of the size. He's researched his designs, chosen his certified 'non blood' diamond and now it sits in it's pretty leather box.
He has it all worked out. Sunday is 'date' day. They do this often, get up early, go for breakfast and spend the whole day in each others company sometimes just wondering around the city, lying on the beach, lunching or going to the movies, it's a dawn till dusk ritual.
This morning, they wondered down to Bilgola beach to watch the sun rise as they sometimes do, their little pack of chocolate chip scones and a coffee in hand. He tells her that he has something for her and returns the borrowed ring. She's a little disappointed because she thought he'd bought her a present or something sweet.
He asks her if she'd like a scone as the morning glow breaches the horizon. She says yes and he reaches into his 'Bakers Delight' bag and pulls out a diamond ring!
She goes into shock. She says "Oh my God, Oh my God" and he wonders whether she's shocked surprisedsed, turned off . . "Is that a yes?" . . "Of course" and his nerves disappear.
Yep, my little lad, the one with curly hair that used to dribble making raspberry noises on his tricycle, asked his lovely girl to marry him as the sun rose on this gorgeous winter day. I can't imagine a better man or a more lovely daughter in law.
Congratulations to you both my darlings, I couldn't be more pleased. You're perfect for each other. Just perfect.