Devyn's boyfriend asked my husband if he could take him out for breakfast a couple of months ago.  This was no ordinary occurrence.  First, Kurt does not socialize with our daughters' boyfriends.    Second, taking Kurt out for breakfast required Ben to drive to our home in Massachusetts from where he lives in Delaware.  Third, he chose a weekend that Devyn was to be running a half marathon in Virginia.

When they arrived home from breakfast, it was still early, and Kurt send Jemberu upstairs to wake me up.  Bleary eyed and distinctly unpretty, I walked into the kitchen.  Kurt gestured toward Ben and said, "This young man wants to marry your daughter."  They were both smiling.  I teared up as I hugged Ben.  It is a profoundly moving moment to realize that your daughter and her happiness matters as much to someone else as it does to you.

He described to me the ring he was planning to have made for her.  He knew exactly what he wanted for his future wife.   It was perfectly, wonderfully Devyn.  He gets her.  I love him for that.  The ring was to be made by a jeweler in Vermont.  It would take a few weeks.

Over the next weeks Ben emailed Kurt several times to update him. The ring was taking longer than he expected.  He was anxious to propose.

Devyn was visiting Ben in Delaware when the package containing the ring finally arrived.  Ben was at work and Devyn thought nothing of it when she signed for it.  When Ben came home she asked him what he ordered from Utah.  He told her it was from Vermont (the V apparently looked like a U in the return address) and headed straight to the bathroom clutching the package.  She thought it was weird for him (or anyone) to open the mail in the bathroom but continued what she was doing, which was making kale chips.

He quickly came out of the bathroom into the kitchen.

He said, "Actually..."

Devyn, at the sink, with her back toward him interrupted,  "Can you take out the trash?"

Ben complied, came back in, and said, "Actually the package..."

Devyn interrupted again, "And the recycling?

He brought out the recycling and tried again.  "Actually, turns out this package is for you."  He dropped to one knee and asked her to marry him.  She jumped into his arms, showered him with kisses, and said yes.  The packaging that held her ring was littered on the bathroom floor behind them.

As she told me the story, Devyn, not bubbly by nature, was positively gushing. Her happiness melted me.

She told her engagement story to those closest to her.  Her close friend, Cameron,  told another friend the story and that friend was clearly disappointed with Ben's proposal.

She asked Cameron, "Didn't Devyn want more of a gesture?"

Clearly this friend thought Devyn should have a better engagement story.  A proposal on a jumbo-tron at Fenway Park, perhaps?  A sky writer?  Fireworks?  A proposal at a romantic spot with a photographer hiding in the bushes to capture the moment?  Something more...Facebook worthy?

There are people who love a grand gesture with all of the attention it brings.  Devyn is not one of those people.  In fact, I am pretty sure if Ben proposed in any of the ways I mentioned above, Devyn would have said no.  It would have meant he didn't get her.  But he does get her.  And as I said before, I love him for that.

Ben couldn't get the ring out of the package quickly enough to get on his knee to ask the woman he loves to become his wife.  If that is not gesture enough, I don't know what is.