The Proposal

I have had several requests for "the story" of the proposal. I don't want to put the whole thing on Facebook so I figure anyone who really wants to know it can find my blog and read it here.

Thursday was my 26th birthday. I had to work then went and got a drink with two of my friends. Tom had texted me asking what time I'd be home and I guessed somewhere around 430. I got home around 4 and he was all upset that I was home early and that my present had not arrived yet (via UPS) and that I needed to hide. I also was not allowed to go into the refrigerator. UPS guy shows up about 5 minutes later. I hear Tom rustling around to wrap the just arrived gift but when he is done he tells me that I can't open it until after dinner because "its a night time present." I don't put too much thought into it - as in my family we almost always opened gifts after dinner and cake.
I had told Tom that I wanted to go to one of my favorite restaurants for dinner. There are 3 in the "area" one in Waltham (where we live) and 2 in the Boston area. Tom was asking (and in my opinion -though he disagrees- being a little pushy) if I wanted to go to the one in Boston. Me being logical thought it was silly to take the subway all the way into Boston just to eat, especially when the same place is right here in our town, and on top of that weather was forecasting rain - I did not want to get stuck walking around Boston in the rain. He relented, and agreed to go to the one in Waltham.
So we eat (and it was yummy) and towards the end of our meal Tom was talking about doing something after we ate. He mentioned the river walk (a nice serene walking site in town) and then said that we should go get a birthday drink. I, again, somewhat objected and said that I didn't really need to have a birthday drink and I was content with just having our nice dinner and going home. Tom, now beginning to act a little odd, said that he thought I deserved a birthday drink and that we were going to get one. Alright, I could get a cocktail. So we go have our drink and I am somewhat aware that he is acting funny (but if you know Tom, this could be for many reasons) I ignore it.
We go home and I sit on the couch to hang with Sasha, our dog. Tom asks me if I want my present - he hands me a box and a card. The box had a necklace in it with the infinity symbol, its pretty awesome, then he tells me that the present is actually two parts and that the other part is in the fridge and I need to close my eyes. So I am sitting on the couch with my eyes closed and I hear him clinking around and I think I bet its champagne -because we tend to drink it on holidays and special occasions.

He tells me I can open my eyes, and he is on one knee in front of me holding a ring* and I pretty much immediately start to cry as he asks me to marry him.

Sasha, sensing something is up, literally runs over and jumps into my lap making it really hard to hug and kiss Tom, so after shoving her out of the way (sorry pooch) I say YES and cry some more.

By the way, Tom did have Champagne ready for our celebration.

* The ring.
About a year ago Keri, my sister, came to visit us. We picked her up in Boston and went to Faneuil Hall and did some shopping. We went into one of my favorite little stores, Geoclassics, that specializes in precious and rare stone jewelry. I had pointed out to Tom a ring that I fell in love with- a round cut yellow sapphire with two diamond side stones.
Guess what ring he gave me. Yep, the exact ring I had pointed out to him more than a year ago.

It is all just so very perfect.


So needless to say this weekend we have not only been celebrating my birthday, but now an engagement! Talk about the ultimate motivator to get my butt in shape!

Lots of love,
Kate