Craig says he has to use the bathroom and heads off. Domenic and I save our spot for the fireworks and sit down and relax. Craig comes back and we're standing up waiting for Tinkerbell to fly down. All of a sudden, he turns to me and pulls something from his pocket. He hands it to Domenic, and says
"Here, Domenic. Can you give Mommy this special souvenir?" At which point, he hands a ring box to Domenic (who I am holding....in the dark....on a bridge) and says
"Will you ask her if we can be a family?" and gets down on one knee and asks us to marry him

I say "YES!" and then we both scrambled to keep Domenic, who was about to take the ring out of the box, from dropping it off the bridge and losing it forever
It was the most wonderful (and classic) moment ever!!

I honestly have no idea if anyone around us even noticed, because it was dark and he was so quiet about it (and was only on his knee a split second). And sadly, we never asked anyone to take any pictures of us right after, but I did get some shots of our post-engagement fireworks
After the fireworks, which I honestly barely remember now, lol, we had intended to head back to the room. But we were too excited at this point. So we ask Domenic if he wants to watch Spectro or go on rides. He wants to go back to Goofy's Barnstormer. Our engagement was celebrated by 4 consecutive rounds of my son's new favorite ride

But we had a BLAST. Craig and I are jibber-jabbering about the engagement (apparently that morning, he'd been asked to see what was in the ring box at security

Thankfully Domenic and I had entered first and weren't right there watching!!) and Domenic's taking advantage and getting "just one more" ride out of us about 3 times over

Finally we say enough and head out of Toon Town.
I'm sad because I didn't want to leave anyway, and now I just want to move in to WDW

We head to the jeweler on Main Street on our way out because the ring is about 4 sizes too big

I am desperate for a ring guard to be able to wear it. They don't have one, but now I'm a little less sad about heading home tomorrow, because I know that we can stop at a jeweler there and get one! We try calling Craig's folks and they are not answering, so we can't tell them. My mom had called during the fireworks but I hadn't heard. I see the message, and call her back, but refrain from telling her. I'm going to see her tomorrow afternoon and I want to tell her in person.
We head back to the room and Craig and I are of course, still yammering about the whole deal. We were already concocting a guest list, I think

He tells me that the ring was in the safe.....until Tuesday morning, when I'd gone into it PRE-shower

He said it was right there (remember, it was 6am, dark, and my contacts weren't in yet...oh...and the ring box was dark blue) in the corner of the safe. He'd scrambled to grab it out of the safe when I'd gone into the bathroom and hid it under Domenic's bed, where it stayed until we left for MK Wednesday morning
Oh yeah...and the reason it was 4 sizes too big, was because he'd gone with some suggestion about how to size a ring by using a twist tie and wrapping it around the finger and then measuring against some size guide. He'd done it while I was sleeping one night. I think that technique needs some work
We finish packing and finally get to sleep for a few hours to grab our flight home the next morning, dreaming of our next trip back here as a family