Congratulations, Benj and Rocio! Hooray!

Here is Rocio’s account of the proposal (reprinted without permission):

On Saturday, we moved the last of Benj’s things from his apartment
into my place. After hauling everything over, I went to see a movie
with my friend Hillary while Benj began unpacking. When I returned
that night, I started getting ready for bed. Benj hung out in the
bedroom and I went into the bathroom. After taking out my contacts, I
went to dry my hands and noticed that my name was written in black
marker on the toilet paper. I stopped, asked what was going on, and
opened the bathroom door to find Benj in the doorway smiling
mischievously.  I went back to the toilet paper and started unrolling
 it.

The following message appeared, one panel at a time:

Rocio

I didn’t give you a card on our anniversary

So I’m writing you in a medium I’m all too familiar with

Baby, I am in a state of unfathomable happiness

I am so excited there is no more “my place” and “your place”

Only “our place”

Sounds nice.

Feels even better.

I love you so much, baby

And I want it to be “Rocio and Benj” forever.

‘Til death do us part.

I’m pretty sure you feel the same way.

I’ll know for certain after you answer this next question:

(Please turn around and look at me, my sweet darling)

Ever obedient, I turned towards Benj, leaning coolly in the doorway.

He said, “Rocio?”

I said, “Yes?” (already in tears, of course.)

“Will you marry me?”

I nodded, said, “Yes, of course,” and we hugged. In the bathroom. He
then presented me with a beautiful pin that belonged to his
grandmother as a “welcome to the family” gift. We’ll go ring shopping
at some point, but I’m already so flattered that he wants to be my
husband, anything on top of that is just gravy.

We’re keeping the toilet paper for posterity.