"It's a Love Story. Baby Just Say Yes!"

Saturday was a day I’ll never forget.

As the start of the weekend and my only real day off with the Boo I cherish my Saturdays regardless but this Saturday…this Saturday was even more memorable.

We started off the morning lazy and loving. Wrapped in each other’s arms we awoke to a day full of possibilities and promises. 24 blissfully uninterrupted hours with my sucker. I woke up with a smile on my face.

We set off to Starbucks to use that gift card my Dad had sent as part of my birthday gift. Two iced venti Caramel Macchiatos and 2 blueberry crumb cakes later we took our goods and headed home to relax.

We had said all week we would save money for the month. With a trip to Ohio coming up in September and the holidays closer than you would think we had agreed to start staying in and saving up. I had a few movies I thought we could lounge around and watch but the Boo...he had other plans.

Coaxing and persuading he finally smooth talked me into getting ready and presentable and we set off for a gorgeous part of town under the pretense of just a quick lunch.

He took me to an adorable wine bar and café. We sat on lime green and chocolate brown couches with low chic glass tables on the balcony overlooking an amazing water fountain. We ordered an incredible bottle of pinot noir, a cheese plate of Fleurvert, Bleu, and Cotswald cheeses and marinated Mussels.

We talked about our grandparents fighting in WW2 together. We laughed about the happenings of the week. We lamented our worries and stresses. We reveled in each other’s company.

I jokingly asked him “Can we talk about the wedding?” “No” was his quick and determinate answer. Laughingly I assured him I was more than kidding. I was fine with waiting.

Conversation progressed and lulled as only comfortable companions can procure. And there in one of those quiet moments. In one of the infinitesimal silences that only come with complete safety and trust he looked at me. A mixture of love, anticipation and adrenaline.

I blinked and he was on one knee.

He pulled out a small black box.

His lips moved and said words that neither of us will ever recall. So consumed in the moment and shocked by it’s sudden manifestation I was enraptured.

Somewhere in there he said “I love you. Will you marry me?”

And somewhere in there I said “Yes.”

He slipped the ring on my finger as a tear slid down my check.

A kiss (plus many more), a happy cry (that ruined my makeup) and a champagne toast (or two) later, the deal was sealed.

For better or for worse. For richer or poorer. In sickness and in health. Till death do us part.

We’re officially engaged!

And he said “Now we can talk about the wedding.”