Last night, M got down on one knee and proposed.
And I, of course, said yes.
I can’t even believe I am writing this out, it still feels surreal (and I most definitely woke up this morning and felt for my ring, wondering if it was all a dream, and a smile spread across my face, when I realized it was, in fact, not *just* a dream).
I had just come back from a coffee ‘date’ with the fabulous (seriously, she is awesome, so glad we finally met, side note!!) Amanda, where we ironically talked about marriage and how we met (since we both met our partners on match.com, how cool is that?!). And M came home from work just after I sat down to get back to work. He walked in, smile on his face, flowers in his hand and a card in the other. I thought to myself, ‘how cute, he brought me flowers ‘just because’…I LOVE that!’. He told me to open the card, which I did, after giving him a kiss. As I read it, it said at the end, “I love you more than anything” with an arrow to turn the card over. As I flipped it over, it said “Will you spend and share the rest of your life with me?”
As I read those words, he pulled a ring out of its hiding spot in his desk, got down on his knee and asked me to marry him.
To which I replied, “yes, of course. yes! babe, really? wow, right now? wow. I don’t even know what to say, yes! yes!”
And then he slipped the most beautiful, perfect ring on my finger.
And come to find out? He’d gone ring shopping with my sister Jess and
accomplice brother in law Scott on Friday (!), and they all kept THAT a secret all weekend, despite spending oh, almost the entire weekend together. Poker faces. ALL of them. Even Jess. And she cannot keep a secret from me for the life of her. He picked up the ring Tuesday night, and was going to wait until Friday, but couldn’t. So yesterday, September 19, he asked me to marry him.
I made call after call last night, sharing our news. Sending out texts. Receiving texts. Sharing, sharing, sharing.
I called my grandparents (and especially wanted to speak to them as my best friend’s grandfather passed away yesterday morning…the same friend whose house burned down just a few months ago. Sigh) and shared the news. They were so sweet, very supportive, and my grandmother joked “well, this wasn’t a surprise was it?” (cute). My grandfather asked to speak to M. And when I heard what he said, my heart melted.
“M. Congratulations. (pause). You are a very lucky man you know. Welcome to the family.”
These are some of the words in the card he gave me:
“Since I met you, all I can think about is making you happy. I want to see you smile and hear your laughter…I want to memorize the sound of your voice and the dreams of your heart. More than anything else, I want to make you happier than you’ve ever been and give you all the things you deserve. I love you more than anything.”
And this morning? As he left for work, he said:
“Last night was the second best decision I’ve ever made in my entire life.”
I smiled and (naturally) asked what the first one was.
He said “going on a date with you two years ago.”
Words cannot express how I feel, I am truly overwhelmed with love, happiness, and the most amazing, supportive family and friends. Thank you, from both of us, from the bottom of our hearts.