Rose: The Engagement

As I mentioned in my last post, February has been a blur. So much so that I’ve barely had time to write about one of the biggest things to happen in my life: getting engaged to M (!!!!).

Over Valentine’s Day weekend, M and I went to Asbury Park to see one of our favorite musicians perform. We ate dinner at a great restaurant in town, checked out the Stone Pony and then walked on the beach. Everything about the night was perfect.

At several points, I wondered: is he going to pop the question? Even as we drew a heart in the sand together I thought: “Is this when it’s going to happen?!” It didn’t — which was fine — but I do remember thinking: “Hum. It could’ve been fun to get engaged at our favorite NJ beach.”

Spring forward a week, and it’s Wednesday night. He asks if I want to go back to Asbury Park for dinner, his treat. I find this slightly suspicious and excitedly say yes. We check out one of the newest restaurants in town, Cross and Orange, and have a delightful meal and wine.

Then, we walk on the beach again. At this point, I’m freaking out inside because I’m pretty certain he’s going to ask me. Keep in mind, there were many hints leading up to this:

  • One of my rings goes missing for days (needed for sizing, per chance?)
  • He delivers flowers to work the day of our engagement. The card reads: “Here’s to what will be a very good day.”
  • My boss saw M in town with a “bottle” in hand — celebratory wine or champagne?

And so, we are walking on the beach. We decided to go out on some rocks, which is pretty much a horrible idea, as the rocks are slippery, and it’s dark. He later told me he considered proposing there, but was fearful the ring would get swallowed up by the ocean — and us along with it. Probably for the best we moved back to the sand, under a spotlight near the old Arcade in Asbury.

It was there that he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. Here we are, minutes later and in love as ever:

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We excitedly called our close families and drove the hour back home. I immediately changed into sweatpants (of course) and then found this waiting for me in the living room. He also played my favorite record. I melted.

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For those who want to know about the ring — it’s perfect. While we’d talked about getting married, I never picked out a ring. I wanted that to be a surprise. I just told him: “Something no one else has. Surprise me.” And so, it made sense that he’d buy a 1920s art deco engagement ring. A one of a kind.

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It’s hard to put into words how that night felt and the days leading up to it. Beyond all the glitz and excitement, my heart feels this incredible sense of peace. Since I met M, my life has calmed in this beautifully graceful way. He helps me feel like everything is okay — whatever I do, however I feel, who I am — it is all okay. For the first time in my life, I feel incredibly proud of who I am and how my life has turned out. I owe him so much for this.

Throughout all of the ups and downs, M has been my rock. He keeps me grounded. And he also challenges me in ways that no other human has ever done before. Because of this, I am smarter, more adept at handling situations, a lot calmer. It makes complete sense to me that I’d marry this man — my best friend, my confidante, my life partner.

My heart continues to swell each day. And it’s really only the beginning. xoxoxo.

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2 thoughts on “Rose: The Engagement

  1. Yay! I was hoping you’d write about the proposal! Hearing you talk about your relationship makes me happy. Relationships shouldn’t take a Herculean amount of effort. Congrats, guys!!

  2. Awww!!! I’m tearing up over here!! I am so incredibly happy for you and can tell how genuinely happy you are with M and with life – and you deserve it!! Congratulations!!

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