- 3 years ago
- Wedding: February 2015
NYC at Christmas has some sort of crazy magic. Let me tell you.
We flew down on Friday, met up with my FI (WHAT?!?!?!)’s brother and his gf, and just got up to crazy shenanigans. They had to leave early Sunday morning due to snow in PA. We were on our own until we flew out late Monday night.
We met up with some friends in Brooklyn for a very late brunch (we met at nearly 3pm), took the subway back to Manhattan only to walk out into beauitful snow, which wasn’t in the forecast at all. We stumbled onto a Christmas market at Bryant Park, bought a few little things, took photos infront of the Christmas Tree. After that we wandered down 5th Ave, stopped to get the best hot chocolate I’ve ever had, enjoyed that while watching the light show at Sak’s. We went into Rockefeller centre, watched the skaters, took some more photos and just enjoyed the atmosphere. We were going to go to the Top of the Rock, but the visibility wasn’t great. So we went to dinner around the corner, split a bottle of wine, laughed about the weekend, etc. About halfway through dinner he says “I regret not proposing this weekend. Today was absolutely perfect.” I agreed. And I teased him that he should listen to me more.
We ended up going back to Top of the Rock after dinner. The veiw was awesome, even if we couldn’t see miles and miles away. We had lots of space, we were nearly alone up there.
Monday we did some more sightseeing and running around. Eventually we ended up looking at rings. I saw one I loved and he bought it. Right in front of me. He said it was going away somewhere safe until he was ready to propose. But, it had to go into my purse because we were checking all the rest of our luggage on the flight home.
I pestered him non-stop about seeing it again. I was overwhelmed in the store and I couldn’t really remember what it looked like… Nope. No go. I had left my purse with him for 5 minutes after we got to the airport to run into the washroom. I never thought twice about it. I usually leave my stuff with him if he’s not using the washroom as well.
We went to grab dinner (our flight was delayed 2.5 hours, we got home well after 1am). In the restaurant he started teasing me about when he should do it. Should he do it right now, blah blah, blah. I finally told him it was entirely his decision when he proposed, but I’d rather sooner than later. Fine, dinner comes, we’re eating. He says ‘Ok, you can look at it one more time.’ I tear into my purse beside me, throw the bag it was in on the table, open the box that the ring box was in and it was EMPTY.
I must have looked super confused. When I looked up at him to show him the empty box he was down on one knee. He told me how happy I’ve made him and asked me if I’d do him the honour of being his wife. Would I marry him? Now, I don’t remember most of that. I had to ask him after the fact. I remember hearing him say something about being happy, and the question at the end. I remember hearing someone around us ask “Is he proposing?” And I don’t know exactly what I said in return. He says I said a million times yes. Which does sound like something I’d say. But I don’t remember saying it.
I do remember hauling him up off his knee to kiss him. It took a few minutes for either of us to remember to put the ring on.
We facetimed my parents and my sister from the airport. We had to wait until this morning to skype with his family. Now the world knows. And absolutely no one has been surprised.
His original plan was to wait until our ski vacation on Family Day/Valentine’s Day weekend to propose then. It’s exactly 1 year out from our wedding date. But the weekend got the better of him.
I don’t have any good photos of the ring. It’s a twisted shank halo in white gold. Apparently I like trends. 🙂 1 carat total. It is perfect. It echos my RHR while still being the main attraction.