We had been dating a little less than a year (9 months to be exact, but who's counting...) when Dave started asking about what kind of rings I liked.
I found my ring at a friend of ours who was starting her own jewelry business. I picked out the loose stone, and the setting. She wrote it up and put her name and number on it.
I returned home from the trip, and handed him the paper saying, "When you're ready, just call Pam."
Now I know, he called her 4 days later. This was August.
In September, he said, "Since we both like fall so much, we should find out when peak color is and go on a weekend trip."
We did research and found out that peak color in the U.P. is the first week of October. Also the same weekend as my birthday. Perfect timing.
The trip was set.
I thought perhaps he could ask me to marry him, but my father had left for our property up north (very north) a week prior. I knew there was no way Dave would ask me to marry him without going through the proper channels first. So, I didn't get my hopes up.
Friday night (my birthday) we got up to the U.P. very late since we had both worked a full day that day- we started out late. It's like a 6 hour drive. We ate a quick dinner and crashed in our beds.
Saturday (my father's birthday) we had a full day planned.