- 2 years ago
- Wedding: December 2014 - Temple Beth Am/Love is Blind
We have been engaged since November 3, 2013, but since I recently joined I will share our story for anyone who is curious.
I will preface by saying two things, first I had knowledge that the ring was in our home (I did not sneak a peek, but we had discussed and looked together previously) and second that we are two very happy homebodies, not thinking of the first reason and only thinking of the second reason, when that Sunday morning he suggested we go out to one of our favorite coffee places (also an early on date place) I was not psyched. We had the house to ourselves and I was making chili, why would we go out?! I shrugged and nodded, hoping he would forget about it. It was late in the evening when he decided to bring it up again, I sighed and agreed, but told him I had to wash my hair first. Since I had to go to work Monday and my hair was looking a little blah, I decided to add a little red wash after my wash, which made my fingers bright red and did not wash off. When I came out of the shower I realized it was raining and despite my pointing it out to him, he was adamant about going to the coffee place. I muttered and got dressed in whatever I could find, he changed into jeans and a button down, then added a casual (but thick) jacket that he opted to button all the way up. He looked weird, I asked him about the reason for the jacket, he said he was cold. I laughed, we live in Miami and it is never cold, furthermore he is from the Midwest and he is never cold.
As we drove to the coffee place the rain worsened, I complained all the way there. Then, there was no parking so I told him we should just go home. He refused, so I told him I’d drop him off in front of the coffee place and once he got the coffee I would pick him up, he refused. I complained, heavily, as we found a spot relatively far away and I walked in the rain (I am pretty sure I said it was the worst night, he laughed). We ordered our coffee and sat at a small table, he mentioned how this was one of the first places we went to together, then suddenly got up and ran to the bathroom (I would later learn he went to Google on which hand the ring should go, which is adorable). We chatted for a bit, but he wasn’t really there. After we took a walk, he led me to a cute park right across from my favorite building, the place where we took our first picture together. We sat on the bench and talked about nothing. I wrapped my arm around him and could feel his heart-beating, which was worrisome. I asked him what was wrong and he said probably too much coffee, which is impossible because he is a major coffee drinker. Before I could process his blatant lie, he started talking about us, I don’t even remember exactly what words he used. Then, suddenly, he was down on one knee and something sparkly emerged from his bulky jacket pocket (he used a vintage box he’d gotten in London long before we met). I cried and said “you know the answer to that!” which he still holds against me. I looked awful and my fingertips were bright red, the rain still trickled and we got a call from his mother a few minutes after (she’d been waiting for the proposal much more eagerly than me), but I could not be happier.
Here’s a picture from the next morning (sorry if it ginormous), my fingers still a little red! He designed the ring himself and paid for it with his bar mitzvah savings, which is too cute.