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I hid it in a small box that I kept behind our bed, mostly full of receipts and menus, nothing really interesting. When I put it in the box I had no plan and truly no idea for how and when I would open that box again

For three years, Molly and I slept in bed with that box about two feet from us every single night. Molly thought that the ring had been lost to the sands of time. I knew it was only just a matter of time

A few days ago, we got on a flight to Japan, one of our favorite places in the world. For the first time in three years, the ring came with me

Yesterday, on a beautiful, snowy day in Hokkaido, I put the ring in my pocket as we went out to ski. I was nervous, terrified, on the verge of shitting myself for a few hours, not because of what she might say, but because I wanted to make sure I made the moment special for her

Halfway down a run, I asked her to stop a take a picture. We did. I took off my skis and she said “Why are you taking your skis off? What are you doing? Let’s go.”

So I took her by the hands and looked her straight in the eyes and I said “Molly, it’s happening.”

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the ring. I got down on one knee and told her how much I loved her, how much she improves every single moment of my life, and how impossible it is for me to envision going on without her

I asked her to marry me