In an effort to connect the dots of major life events during my three year blogging absence I have decided on a sporadic mini series approach. I’ll pick an event and dive in, giving you all the details, the good the bad and the in between.
Without further ado…the proposal.
It was a Friday in May of 2013 and Phil and I were living in the Back Bay neighborhood of Boston at the time. It was one of the first warm days of the year and the city was alive. Phil called me on his way home from work and asked if I was interested in grabbing a drink. Like anyone who has been cooped up and smothered in layers for eight months I of course praised the idea, put on my favorite summer dress and was ready to go when he walked through the door.
Our first stop was a little restaurant on Commonwealth Avenue called Bar Lola. They serve incredibly refreshing sangria and it was just what our warm weather souls were craving. After finishing up there, Phil recommended we head toward a restaurant in Beacon Hill that we had both been wanting to try.
This dinner destination took us through the Boston Public Garden, an incredible 24 acre park located in the heart of the city. As I strolled along admiring the freshly bloomed flowers and soaking up the summer’s first hot sun it was hard not to be overwhelmed by happiness.
As we were crossing the bridge overlooking Boston’s famed Swan Boats Phil stopped a man walking his bike and asked if he would kindly take our picture. This particular man was less than impressed. He was trying to balance his bike, block the sun from his face, and somehow snap a photo that we deemed “likable,” I didn't blame him. I now know it was Phil’s intention to propose mid-picture so that we would forever have THE moment captured on camera. Thanks to the grumpy biker he held off.
We continued our way across the bridge when a saxophone playing street performer began to play, “Have I Told You Lately That I Love You.”
My ears perked up and I excitedly said to Phil, “I LOVE this song, and I LOVE you!”
He responded with, “you do?”
I looked at him confused and replied, “of course!”
He then dropped to one, opened the ring box and asked, “Well then will you marry me?”
I was SHOCKED but immediately said yes. I knew the proposal was coming because we always talked about getting married, we had planned our lives together, but I had no idea it would be that day at that moment. Should have gotten a manicure.
After calling our families to share the exciting news we headed to the Four Seasons where Phil had made celebratory dinner reservations.
Our tucked away table welcomed us with a bouquet of red roses and bottle of champagne. We then deemed it necessary to consume an unhealthy amount of oysters, lobster, shrimp and crab (as one does when you just got engaged and live in Massachusetts). It was the perfect ending to our perfect day.
We were on cloud nine. We had always known that our stories included each other and we could not wait to start the journey together.