The day after Valentine’s Day, K popped the question!
I said yes, of course.
That’s the straightforward answer. If you want the long, dramatic, detailed version, read on.
February 15, 2013, K and I had tickets to the Philly opera. This isn’t a huge deal – I love opera and such so purchased a subscription and arranged tickets around lovey-dovey holidays for us like our anniversary and (duh) Valentine’s Day.
SO I trekked to his house after work and changed, curling my hair and making myself just a tinsy bit extra pretty for my handsome man and, thinking it’d be a good time to snap a couple photos to archive in the abyss of my hard drive. Little did I know that soon after these *adorable* pictures…
We ran out the door (late from the pictures and me trying to use my awesome new little remote camera device), me remarking how wonderful it is to have an awesome boyfriend yearning to open my door for me and whisk me away to a romantic evening of music and theater.
I got a text as I was getting in the car that said “Guess what?”
I remember thinking, when did K have time to send me a text? Huh?
Confused, I looked back at the man I was dating, on one knee, on the pavement, in the driveway, saying the words I’ve so longed to hear with the hugest grin I’ve ever seen on his face.
I messed up my hair trying to get out of the car fast enough to kiss him. Then, I messed up my makeup by crying for 40 minutes.
When I was done with that, I realized my ring is REALLY sparkly. Like more sparkly than anything I’ve ever seen in my life! I’m enjoying writing this post merely because I get to see it sparkle as my finger types.
Supercalifragilisticespeialidocious. *stares at ring for a while*
When I called my mom, she was happy, though she already knew it was coming. My sister knew it was coming, too. Sigh. Then K said my brother G already knew, too, so I sent him a text with a picture of my ring that said “We’re engaged! I know you knew, you jerk.” (Joking, G, joking… you’re not a jerk.)
Then, we enjoyed the opera and went out to a fab restaurant named Parc on Rittenhouse Square, which was delish. The only problem was that I wanted to shout
WE JUST GOT ENGAGED!!!!
from the rooftops, which would have TOTALLY embarrassed my new husband-to-be, so I didn’t.
Now I will, though.
… More pictures to come; promise.