I could go on and on about how wonderful my man is. I'll spare everyone the long mushy lovey dovey crap (lol), and just give a simple example.
We are not rich by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, our income is extremely limited. When Darius first came home, I told him how the last time we got married, I never got a real proposal. It was more like he told me, "You're gonna marry me on September 23." And so we did. I told him that if we ever got married again, I felt like I deserved a proposal. And even though I didn't want a big ring, I wanted a wedding set instead of just a band.
So for weeks he stayed on his phone. I asked what he was doing, and he  said that he was on some app doing some kind of something to get some money.  I blew it off and let him do his thing. So when he finally got enough money on this app, he was so excited. So I asked him what he was gonna buy. He told me he was buying a keychain. All I could think was, "You worked that hard for a crummy keychain?" But it's Darius. And Darius is weird sometimes.
Fast forward to today. I am coming out of the bathroom, and there he is, with a ring box. He dropped on one knee and said, "Starla Joyce Jamerson hyphen Tobias, will you please do me the honor of being my wife, again?" Of course, my answer was yes. It wasn't just a simple band. It was a wedding set, just like I asked for. This man literally gives me everything I ask for.
I don't know what he had to do, or how much he made to put this ring on my finger, but what I do know is, that was literally the best proposal I could have ever gotten.