Thursday, December 17, 2009

The Proposal.




Unknown to me. Alex has been trying to propose since November, but plans didn't go as planned.

Tuesday night I went on a last minute girls night out with a couple co-workers and with our matchmaker, Kris. Meanwhile, Alex was having dinner with my parents and asking for permission to marry me.

His plan was to propose on the weekend, but I decided on Thursday to drive to Miami on Saturday to see RENT. He was wonderfully calm, because I never suspected he was planning to pop the question. We arrived home late Saturday evening and he asked if I would come help decorate his Christmas tree Sunday. To which I replied

"Actually, I think I'm just going to hang out at home tomorrow."

Little did I know I had just thrown a kink into his plan. He was determined to marry me and began thinking of a Plan B and perhaps a Plan C.

Sunday afternoon I drove to his neighborhood to help with the Christmas tree. He asked me to meet him at the gym in his neighborhood (there's a clubhouse, park, pool, lake, gym etc.) We went for a walk around the lake and talked of mundane things, like ants. He then cunningly led me over to a gazebo. The gazebo is next to the park where we went on our first date.

He said he was going to rollerblade home to get some exercise, but he had something for me to read. While he was putting on his blades, I began reading the sweetest poem he had written for me. The last line of the poem said "please say you'll be my wife."

I had to read it twice.

He was standing next to me & when I turned around he
knelt on one knee (on rollerblades)
and said "Will you marry me?" to which I replied

"Yes."

He slipped the ring on my finger and it fit perfectly!

I spent the next few moments saying things like "are you serious?"
"I love you,"
"Did we just get engaged?"
"I can't believe it?"
"I had no idea?"
He began filling me in on details and I realized how much time and planning he had put into this moment and................I........... started...................to............ cry.

The sweet happy tears.

This was our moment. It was perfect.

I am in fact the luckiest girl.

And that's how he did it!







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