She said yes!

As of Sunday night, I am engaged!

After a small scavenger hunt that included most every room in my house, most every stuffed monkey in my possession and a few trips up and down the stairs, Marisa ended up on my back balcony, where I asked her to marry me.

As the title says, she said yes.

Which officially makes me the happiest munkee on the planet.

It was a good day. My first day engaged to her, my first day as the boss of my copy desk, the first day of the rest of my life.

I'm not a religious man, but I actually paused to thank God for the blessings in my life, something I don't do often enough, but do more often now that I have her, and truly know what it means to be blessed.

I always tell her she's the third-best thing that ever happened to me, because you have to understand the circumstances of my life. Getting out of Vietnam, and even better, being given to my parents, will always have to be No. 1 and No. 2, because without them, I would have nothing, and that includes her.

But there's nothing in my life since I was two months old that can top the way I feel every day I'm with her.

From our first date, when we talked for hours amid all the nervousness and evaluation, to the night we stayed up all night talking, to that scaredmunkee first kiss, to the first night we spent together, to the first time, well, nevermind that, but you get the point. My life changed.

I can't remember the last time I truly believed my life was good, and wasn't just talking myself into it. My life has been good since the day we met.

It probably seems sudden, after just three and a half months, but when you know in your heart and soul that something is so wonderful, and patience isn't your strong suit, you just can't wait.

So I couldn't wait. I know what I want. Who I want. For the rest of my life.

Evidently, she agrees. Because she said yes. And made me the happiest munkee alive. But I said that already.

Now, how to get a wedding cake imported from Wisconsin...