The night he asked.

It was five years ago today.

We sat side by side on the porch swing in front of my little red brick house.

The same porch where we had our first argument.

And later said our first I-love-you's.

Where we shared many late night conversations and kisses.

And where we talked about and made plans for the future.

It was there that he asked.

And there I responded with an eager yes, and maybe shed a tear or two.

And there he knelt to put the ring on my finger.

The snow muffled the sounds of the city, and painted our cheeks and noses red with cold.

And sitting on that swing, on that porch where we so often sat,

with his arm around me and his ring on my finger, I felt like I was home.