This weekend I got engaged to my best friend and soul mate. I feel incredibly blessed. I’m usually not a big sap, but getting engaged will bring it out in you. SO if you are sick of hearing about engagements, hate love, or just don’t care, consider this your warning! Otherwise, read on.
On Friday my boss kept me late in a meeting. I was slightly annoyed, but Steve and I had decided to catch a late movie so I wasn’t in a rush. Turns out Steve had called him and asked him to make sure I didn’t leave early and ruin the surprise. When I finally got home I immediately knew something was up. We have giant windows surrounding our door and you can see light through them. I could see darkness inside and the glow of candles. Lots of them. My heart went crazy. I stood there for a second, and then let myself in. The apartment was filled with candles and 25 dozen roses were scattered through every room. Steve welcomed me home with a hug and a big smile. I waited for him to get on a knee and pop the question- but he didn’t! Instead I stood there (kind of awkwardly, I admit) admiring the set up.
He had made a beautiful meal for us- spinach goat cheese raspberry salad, filet mignon, roasted veggies, and a sundae with drunken strawberries and chocolate shavings. It was the meal he made for me on our second date, when he lost a bet on the USC vs UCLA football game. He recreated the whole scene- the coffee table was set up with pillows on the floor to sit on, we sipped on the same delicious pomegranate martinis. With dinner he poured the same wine we had on our first date. He had taken notes so he would remember- heart melted. We ate dinner and talked. My mind was racing the whole time. I fielded awkward comments like- wow, there’s a lot of roses here. Him- yea, I got a little carried away. I even texted my bestie from the bathroom-flowers and candles everywhere, thought I was getting engaged but maybe he is just being really sweet? Am I nuts? Well I wasn’t. After dinner he asked to show me something. He had put together a slide show of photos of our almost three years together. We laughed at old shenanigans and smiled at all of the adventures we have had. And then it was time.
People always say you don’t remember what the person says when they propose. I was determined to remember. But I failed! All I remember is him getting on his knee and saying something like- Past…Future… Love… Forever.. WILL YOU MARRY ME. And I said, absolutely yes.
love love love,