We dream about our wedding day as little girls. When we get older we start to dream about the man we are going to marry. Will he be tall? Handsome? Will he be funny? What color eyes will he have? Beard or no beard? Will he be kind, loving and gentle? How will we meet? What will our first kiss be like? How will he propose?
Yes, very tall…6’5″. Very handsome. Very, very funny. Green eyes. A clean red beard. The kindest, most loving, and most gentle man in all the world. We met at CAMP-of-the-WOODS. Our first kiss was…well…our second kiss was great! :)
And his proposal. Yesterday was the day I found out. It was our two year anniversary and it was magical. There are a lot of different stories I could tell here. I could tell you about how I thought he was going to propose a month earlier…and he didn’t. And how I cried like a baby when I saw another friend had just got engaged in my facebook news feed. And how I yelled at him for not proposing and accused him of not loving me. But that story…well, that story is just pathetic. So I will fast forward through all of the crazy emotional business, and get straight to the point. My best friend convinced me that Christopher wasn’t going to propose until Valentine’s Day. The thought of getting engaged on Valentine’s Day made me want to vomit. But at least I could breathe and calm my nerves a little bit. At least I didn’t have to constantly be wondering when it was going to happen. I knew. I could just relax now.
And that’s why I didn’t see this coming…not even a little bit. And that’s why it was so magical. :)
We arrived to NYC around 10:30 a.m.
Apparently we get hungry early!
My feet were frozen all day because of that nasty sludge…I wore the wrong boots and not even plastic bags could help.
I grew up 30 minutes outside of Manhattan, but had never been skating on the Rockefeller Center. I always envied people who had the time to do touristy things. So our plan for the day was to be tourists. And that started with skating on the Rockefeller Center. After waiting in line for what felt like eternity, we finally got our skates. We skated for about 10 minutes before my feet started to really really hurt (remember the sludge I told you about?). I asked Christopher if we could get off the ice. How about just a couple more laps? Really? Was he really going to make me keep skating? That is so unlike him. Okay, I say. As we skate he fills my ear with so many sweet things…sweet things which I cannot remember. And then he pulls me to the center of the rink.
Is he proposing? No, he wouldn’t. Not here in front of all these people.
He got down on one knee – in ice skates!
Oh my gosh, he’s really doing it. Or did he fall?
He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the most beautiful ring ever.
He said, “Is that a yes?”
Naturally, I said, “Yes, of course it’s a yes!”
And we kissed to the sound of hundreds of people cheering and applauding. We took a victory lap to the sound of hundreds of people cheering and applauding. And we exited the rink to sound of…you get the point!
We had the whole day in NYC to celebrate! So we went to the first place that came to mind…and was also right across the street…St. Patrick’s Cathedral.
Then we walked around and did some shopping. All the while referring to each other as “fiance” and “future wife” and “my groom-to-be” etc. etc. I think at least 5 or 6 people congratulated us throughout the day. I was wearing a bright yellow coat so it was easy to be recognized as “the girl who got engaged.” Wow, I am finally the girl who got engaged. Giggle! Anyway, later on we had dinner at the coolest sushi place ever. There is a conveyor belt riding around the whole restaurant and you can just grab a plate and dig in. All of the plates are color coded to a price, and they just tally it all up at the end.
We ended the day with another big tourist attraction – the Empire State Building. The line moved slower than molasses, my feet were numb, and it was absolutely freezing when we got to the top. But it was still so perfectly magical.
Lastly, the ring. My wonderful incredible amazingly beautiful ring. That story alone could take up a few more paragraphs, so suffice it to say that it belonged to Christopher’s grandmother (who possibly got it from her mother) and it is made of gold, rubbies and black pearls. All of my favorites! :)
I love you Christopher. I can’t wait to finally be married to you! :)