"Lass why are we out and about today?" Ireland asked as I held his hand and we hiked towards a castle.

"Because I have something to tell you." You said with a beaming grin.

"You're such a maddening creature you are, _."

"I know."

You led him up to the top of the castle and smiled as you stood at the top of the flat roof of the turret, the waist length height of the turret roof lining kept you from falling off. You grinned up at him, "Have you any idea what day it is?"

Ireland shrugged, "Aw lass, I don't pay attention to dates that much."

"Well, let me inform you of a legend on this date."

"Then shoot." Ireland chuckled.

"They say on this day in Ireland, if a lass wants to marry a lad, that if they are in Ireland especially, they can propose to the man they love."

Ireland chuckled, "Now that you mention it, you're right lass. I totally forgot that one."

"Now Ireland," You kneeled down and presented a velvet box, "would you do me the honor of taking my hand in marriage?"

"Aw lass, if you wouldn't have asked, I most assuredly would have." He chuckled as he put the ring on his finger then lifted you into the sky and twirled you around laughing and then kissing you. "My bonny little lass, I love you _."

"I love you too Ireland."