So when he said he had made a reservation I was a tiny bit suspicious. I'm the reservation maker in this relationship. The day we were to go to dinner I tried to back out because we hadn't had a good night sleep the night before (now I know why he hadn't), but he responded "We're going." And then he came downstairs somewhat dressed up. (Todd says he was just wearing a button down and pants but the next night we went to a birthday dinner for friends at a restaurant and he wore a Harley shirt and jeans. I'm just sayin'.)
So as I put on a dress, did my makeup and grabbed my incredible Giuseppe Zanotti slingback birthday stilettos (yes, this was the first wear even though my birthday was in December. #weneedtogetoutmore), I thought, could this be the night? Then I quickly brushed that thought away because who pops the question on a random Friday night?Once downstairs, I sat on the bench of our morning room table fiddling with my shoe. Todd asked what I had written in our gratitude journal that day. (We started keeping one a few months ago - yep, we are that couple.) He then walked over and gave me the journal, "You should see what I wrote today."
Will you marry me? Please?
He was squatting down in front of me with an open ring box (can't kneel - bad knees) and I started shaking and crying and hugging and said yes. Of course I said yes. Then I looked at the ring and it is the most beautiful piece of jewelry I've ever seen.
Suddenly and since I've felt different. I already feel married in my heart but somehow being engaged shifted something inside me. I don't know how to describe it. I just feel wonderful and special and loved beyond measure. And I get to make sure Todd feels that way everyday for the rest of our lives.
Who is the luckiest girl in the world?
You are!
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