The third proposal

After all, the third time is a charm.

Unlike the first two attempts, I was ready with the ring.

Yes, it's a ring-pop.  Yes, it's green.  It's sour-apple flavor.

She has a ring.  It's a family heirloom and that's what she's going to wear.  It makes no sense to buy a special ring that she's not going to wear.

So, I caught her sitting down (so she couldn't get lower), got down on one knee, ripped open the package and held the ring in both hands.

I said "marry me?" and she said yes.