I told my husband he had to propose to me at some point. We had already picked out the rings and it was a done deal, but for whatever reason I felt stubborn about this. So, we sat in a 50s-style restaurant in a mall, having just picked out his engagement ring (I said if I got a “back off, boys” then he had to get the equivalent, too). He turned to me and said, “Hey, you want to marry me?”

I still have no idea why that made me tear up. But, hey, sometimes romance is what you make of it.

And at least now you have a fun story to tell people about the actual proposal. How many people can say they got engaged on Sabado Gigante? (Not me, and i actually speak passable Spanish!) And getting engaged on Sabado Gigante while in Beijing? That’s just one for the record books.