Hmmm… there was far less boobage in auntie em’s version of the story. 
Eh. She’s modest.
Congratulations; great story!
When I decided the moment was ripe for a proposal, we were lying in bed and talking, so I faked an asthma attack and pretended to go get my inhaler, but got the ring instead. I don’t think she was fooled, but she went along.
I sure hope she never got used to that. I can imagine you now: gasping for breath, throat closing in and your wife just sits there waiting for you to spring, say, a vacation on her.
Later, at the funeral… “I just thought he was being romantic!” 
The person I bought our engagement ring from had large breasts too, so maybe it’s some kind of a requirement or at least a trend. "Cept I don’t remember his shirt actually popping a button which, of course, now leaves his memory somewhat tainted.
No worries, lieu, he was probably just shy.