My boyfriend got down on one knee on Friday night in our new apartment, amid unpacked boxes everywhere, and asked me to marry him.
No elaborate sunset top of a skyscraper rose petal fancy dinner skywriting Jumbotron proposal for us.
It was absolutely perfect. Exactly how I would have wanted it if I had to choose it myself.
Just the two of us, me of course completely taken by surprise, hair wet from the shower I took after yoga class, no make up, bawling my face off once I realized what was going on. He in his gym shorts and sneakers, underdressed to make sure I didn’t suspect, smiling up at me with so much love that I will remember that look on his face for the rest of my life.
If our marriage is anything like that, the two of us plain as can be, standing together laughing and crying and hugging in the middle of a huge disaster area, well. I think we are going to be very, very happy.
More details later but for now, just know that I can’t stop crying, can’t stop beaming, can’t stop staring at the beautiful diamond on my finger.
Oh, life is just the absolute best right now.