Weddingbee Blog

It was a Saturday like any other. Driving down to his house in the morning with the windows rolled down, boxes of things for her upcoming move loaded in the back. When she got to the house, he helped her unload the boxes, and she started to unpack. He seemed insistent that they take a walk, but she was trying to unpack.

“Just let me get these ones in the kitchen done, and then we can go.”

”Is there anything I can help you with?” he asked, in an attempt to speed things along.

“No, but I’m going to have to do some serious re-organization of the kitchen. It’s not functional.”

He suggested that she take a break from the unpacking, relax a little, and enjoy the nice weather. She was slightly hesitant because she had not yet put away the pots and pans that were on the top of the stove. Little did she know that in a matter of minutes, she wouldn’t care where those pans were stored.

The walk down to the beach was warm — it had to have been 80 degrees, and it would probably be one of the last warm days of the year. While she had thought that he might be proposing this weekend, there was no way he was going to do it now. She knew how antsy he was about keeping the ring safe, and he was wearing board shorts and flip flops — there was nowhere safe to stow a ring. Also, he definitely wasn’t acting nervous. They talked about her moving in, their weeks ahead at work, what they were going to do that night for dinner. Normal, easy, everyday conversation.

They got to the lighthouse, and made their way to the beach. They walked along the shoreline for a while, skipped a few rocks, and watched their dog play in the waves. It was then she realized that he had stopped and was looking directly at her. He started talking about the time that they’ve been together, how much she meant to him, and it wasn’t until he said, “I think you’ve been waiting for something…” and started to get down on one knee, that it hit her.

All of a sudden he was holding the most beautiful ring and asking her, “Will you marry me?”

She started crying and couldn’t even manage to speak the word, “Yes.” All she could do was nod vigorously, hoping that would convey her acceptance. The moment was perfect and seemed to stretch on and on, and everything felt like it was moving in slow motion. She took everything in, from the warmth of the sand to the sound of the waves, and made a point to take a mental “snapshot” to remember this moment forever. He finally broke the silence by saying, “Are you going to put it on?”

And with shaking hands and some help from him, she did.

We’re engaged! (Also, this is the last time I will write from an omniscient point of view.)