- 8 years ago
I think we all have them as waiting bees, those moments when you think, “OMG, SO, this is the perfect moment, Please Please Please propose right now!” They hopefully don’t happen TOO often and I know for me they are mostly a rare occasion. Being on vacation last week definitely caused more of those moments to appear though. For the most part, no, for almost every second, our vacation was wonderful. Seriously, it was so much fun. Boston was great and the wedding on Saturday off the coast of Maine was gorgeous and so fun. There was a bit of suckiness on Sunday when we were sort of stuck in Midtown Manhattan trying to get to Moma despite the subway line we needed being out of service. Grrr. In the ensuing delay we got poured on and then when we got to the air conditioned museum, we froze our butts off. However, the few icky moments were far outweighed by the good moments.
There were just two bittersweet moments during which a proposal would have made the whole trip even more perfect. I knew it wouldn’t be happening this weekend and probably not any weekend any time soon at all. Still though, these two moments were so perfect I can’t help but look back and be a little sad. The first was at the Boston Library. It’s a GORGEOUS building with seriously amazing artwork and marble and wow. It’s gorgeous. We made our way to the less popular area and found ourselves in a walk way that connected the two main buildings. There were old printing presses (like, 1800’s old) on display and the hallway was empty. There were old windows (i.e. the kind without screens) facing down to the library’s courtyard. If you’ve never seen it, it’s a pretty landscape with a fountain and grass and flowering plants and little tables and chairs, etc. And marble. Yep, marble. The hallway was completely empty and as we leaned out of the windows to look at the courtyard we discovered that a string quartet was playing a free concert below and a bit of a crowd was sitting, enjoying the music. It was like stumbling into a Jane Austen novel and as I leaned out the window to catch the breeze and the music, I kept thinking, “OH SO! If you would just grab my hand, turn me around, and ask right now, it would be the best story I could ever tell. Now is perfect, now is perfect! Please do it now!!”
The concert was still lovely and we eventually made our way down to enjoy the music in the sun.
The second moment was after my friend Kate’s wedding. It was on an island off the coast of Maine. We were waiting for the ferry to take us back to the mainland when we found ourselves waiting on a dock with a few of our friends. We were just sitting, taking in the view and relaxing. I was thinking that if he just slipped a ring out of his pocket at that moment it would have been so perfect. Two of my dear girlfriends were right there and could have taken pictures and even though we weren’t alone, the dock and ocean gave a very private, secluded feel.
I don’t need a giant proposal. But I think I do place a lot of importance on the spontaneity of the moment and I’m at a point where seeing these ‘perfect’ potential moments go by makes me just a little sad. I hope that SO thinks about it some times and maybe even thinks that those moments would have been ideal. I’m not about to tell him, “hey, you should have proposed at the library!” so it’s sort of hard to convey that message without dictating what he does with it.
Anybody else watching romantic moments go by?