Yesterday, July 10th, I wokeup and got ready for my morning shift at work like usual. I sang my heart out to Foreigner on the 20 minute drive over and casually thought about all of the songs I'd play at my future wedding. The day was wet and stormy, yet my shift went by quickly. For my boyfriend, it wasn't the same. He wokeup nervous and excited. He got an automated message the night before that the ring was ready for pickup. He thought about incredibly elaborate ways to ask the question, plan the day, and make up stories of where he's been. His mom called me when I got off work to let me know he got a flat tire, that he was okay, and that he left his phone at home but would call me when he got home so we could go eat dinner at our usual place. On our walk over to the restaurant, after he picked me up, he told me he had something very serious he wanted to talk to me about. Ofcourse, I immediately started worrying. I asked if we were alright, if he was breaking up with me, and if something was wrong. He walked us over towards the Hutchison Square fountain and looked at me in a way that made me scared. Then when I saw him smile and slowly get on one knee and pull a ring out of his jacket, I was immediately filled with confusion and shock. It took me completely by surprise. I never thought it would happen so soon. I always thought it'd happen a year or two from now. When he spoke the words, "You are the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. Will you marry me?" I felt my heart explode in my chest. I tried my hardest not to cry, so I tried making a joke and ended up accidentally knocking the ring out of his hand. Long story short, I said yes!--duh! 💗💍🌼🌿 No one is allowed to fake marry me anymore.
Congrats! I am so happy for you and excited for your awesome future together! That ring is so beautiful, too! ❤