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I told my girlfriend I had band practice and couldn’t make a scavenger hunt a group of friends had planned. For the hunt, they had a list of locations to drive to and take pictures of or with. We had to go to landmarks and take a picture with everyone in it, or find things like a yellow hummer, or take a picture with a cop, etc.

We had done this before, so this was nothing new or suspicious. I planted clues and notes for her to follow, at places where we had memories. The first location she was taken to, thinking it was part of the scavenger game. I snuck her car at this location so she could drive to the rest of the clues.

I tested her by having her recall memories to find out where the next clue was. Some clues required her to call a random phone number, ask for a name, and ask specific questions that will lead her to the next clue. Each document was on stationary I created with a diamond in the background. After she found all the clues, she was finally led to me at a park near a waterfall.

I was dressed in a suite with a rose and a ring. I got on one knee and I asked her to marry me. I engraved our names and the date on the stone slab I proposed to her on. We later met up with some friends at our favorite restaurant, a place called Fuji in Macedonia Ohio, a Japanese hibachi. We had our first date there and went there every anniversary. She said yes by the way!

My husband proposed to me in a way that took my breath away. He knows that my one weakness in life is fine Roquefort cheese. I came home one evening to find that he had spread our mousetraps with my good cheese. I was incensed. How dare he waste such an expensive yet delicious treat?

The air was thick with the smell of the ripe, warm cheese. I bent down to retrieve the cheese gently, taking care to not trap my fingers. How well my husband knows me. He knew that I would be unable resist eating the cheese that was intended for the mice. I looked around and saw that he was not in the room, and I quickly popped the creamy cheese in my mouth.

Imagine my surprise when I bit down on a 3-carat engagement ring! I squealed, much as a caught rodent would, but my squeal was in delight. My now-husband emerged from the back of the house, got down on one knee, and said, “I love you, my cheesy little pet. Would you be my wife?” I agreed, but from then on, he decided my nickname should be “Mouse.”