On Saturday, November 22, Mark insisted we have a date night in Boston. I loved the idea and suggested one of our favorite cozy spots, Match, on Mass Ave. near Newbury Street in Back Bay. We had a lovely dinner, enjoying a cozy meal near the fire, drinking wine and just basically enjoying each other’s company.
Towards the end of dinner, he mentioned that the tree at Faneuil Hall had just been lit earlier that day, and suggested going to check it out. Even though it was a lovely 25 degrees out, we were bundled up and I agreed, thinking if we stopped by the tree we could then go to the many nice bars & lounges in the area afterwards to warm up. We took the Green Line downtown and walked up to the tree.
The crowd had just dispersed and there were maybe one or two people still around, plus two workers who were clearing the metal barriers away from the base of the tree. I stood there, looking up at the immense tree and enjoying the sparkling ornaments.
Mark was standing between me and the tree and I realized he was starting to yank one of his gloves off. As I tried to figure out what he was doing, before I knew it, he had dropped down to one knee. I started shaking and gasping and getting all teary eyed. The rest of the moment is a little blurry, but I *think* he said, “My soulmate, will you marry me?”
I pressed my gloved hands to my face in utter shock. Tears flowed down my face. I heard the one of two guys moving the barriers say “Dude, check it out,” and I suppose they stopped to watch. I couldn’t speak; I simply shoved my left hand in his face with my ring finger extended to say, “Yes!” It took a moment for him to understand, of course. I think he took my glove off; or maybe I did. I just remember the ring sparkling in the box and glistening in the chilly evening, and being completely wowed.
He placed the ring on my finger and stood up and kissed me and hugged me and kissed me again. Then he asked, “So is that a yes?” “Of course, yes!” I said. I think some of the people around us might have clapped, I can’t remember. All I remember is just being so completely overjoyed.
After finding out about all that went into the proposal (more about that later), we decided to go warm up and make our phone calls & send out the necessary text messages. We walked to the nearby Red Sky Lounge, which happened to be one of the places we went to on our first date two and a half years ago. We ordered a round of champagne, toasted our happy moment, and began sending out the messages.
So it turns out Mark had worked with our friend Rob to get us a gorgeous executive suite at the Seaport Hotel, overlooking the water. We walked back to our car at the Common and drove over to the hotel, still glowing and totally ecstatic. We checked in and went up to our amazing room on the 11th floor with the fantastic view of the skyline and the water. There was a bottle of champagne waiting with two glasses. We spent the night celebrating, making more calls, and just enjoying being with each other. I’m such a nerd – since there was free internet in the room, I hopped on the computer when he was out of the room for a second and updated my Facebook profile and did the quick post below. It was a great way to share the news with a lot of people (but you can imagine – I had over 60 emails when I got home the next day!).
So here’s some of the back story: Apparently, when I was in Las Vegas, Mark met up with my Mom to have dinner and ask her permission. (She was, of course, ecstatic.) Then, last weekend when I thought he was “having a guys night with the boys up at our friends’ place in Ayer,” he actually drove down to New York to ask my Dad’s permission in person. I spent the weekend at my Mom’s, thinking Mark was putting down cold ones and watching the game with the guys. Little did I know he was asking for my hand in marriage over dinner with my Dad and Karen. He even stayed overnight and drove back the next day (his original supposed reason for the overnight: “they would be drinking and he didn’t want to risk a drive”). And for someone who has trouble keeping anything from me, I am shocked he hid all traces that he had been in NY and kept it from me!
Then, since he knew we were staying overnight in town, he packed me a bag of clothes that he figured I would not notice missing from my closet, and went out and bought extras of the toiletries that I would notice was missing in the bathroom. The fact that he had the ring on him for so long, told both my parents, planned this whole evening, and did not leak a word is amazing. And the fact that he went through all that … well, it’s beyond words.
The next morning we woke up to a gorgeous sunny day, still giddy and glowing. I peeked out the window and realized we were overlooking the parking lot where we had ended our first date those many years ago. “Look how far we’ve come,” I mentioned. “Yeah, wow, like 500 feet,” he retorted. Haha, thanks.
We had already planned a brunch with our friends Melyssa, Jeff, Colleen & Todd at the Fireplace in Brookline, way before the proposal happened, so it was perfect timing. Mark also invited our friends Steve & Cristina, and we enjoyed a yummy brunch and lots of advice from all the newlyweds (all have been married within the past 2 years or so). Then we drove home and spent the rest of the day answering our many emails and voicemails.
No, we haven’t picked a date yet. We’ve started talking about it, but right now we’re basking in the glow of being engaged. We’ll probably pick a date by New Year’s and will of course keep everyone posted when we know.
I’m so ecstatic. For someone who loves planning parties and events, this is the ultimate party. And to think that we will be planning a wedding for us and spending the rest of our lives together … well, I’m just completely overwhelmed and overjoyed. Here’s to true love!
This Thanksgiving, I am thankful for the basic, wonderful things in life. I am thankful for:
- My family
- My friends
- My fiance, Mark
- My health
These are the things that make my life complete and I feel so lucky to have.
What are your plans for this Thanksgiving? What are you thankful for?
(By the way, two random things to note:
- The ring is based on my paternal great-grandmother’s engagement ring, aw!
- As my colleague Kyle pointed out, we met on Match.com, and we started the night of our engagement at Match. Weird!)