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| Frenchy's, crowded with beachgoers |
We head out from our condo a few minutes later than intended, and Patrick starts REALLY sweating it. He asks me to call the restaurant to inquire about the wait time, and when he hears it's 40 minutes, he begins apologizing profusely about taking too long to get ready, and now we'll probably miss seeing sunset on the beach! I reassure him that today is still HIS day, so it's no big deal to me - I'm just along for the ride. Once he's calmed down about the sunset, he starts telling me that I should know in advance that he is NO good at surprises and keeping secrets, so he will never be able to give me the surprise creative proposal he knows I'm hoping for. This would sound suspicious to most people, but we've had this same conversation about 5 times before over the course of our relationship. I figured it was just his sunset-stress bubbling over into random venting.
So we get to Frenchy's and put in our name, finding that it is quite windy and slightly chilly on the beach. Some grey clouds start rolling in off the water, but they're not dark enough to be really ominous looking. Just cloudy.
We have a nice dinner, and talk candidly about a wide variety of topics - including my taste in engagement rings! Patrick trickily asked me questions that led me to believe that he was thinking of making that purchase soon (how exciting!) but needed to sort out these final details about what I liked.
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| The beautiful sunset Patrick had hoped for at Pier 60 |
After dinner we decided to walk off our full bellies in spite of the chilly wind that had picked up. (Who am I kidding - Patrick had clearly decided this ages in advance, and I was luckily very agreeable and eager to please that evening!) We opted to take the sidewalk route down to Pier 60, planning on switching to the sand somewhere south of the Pier.
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| More like the weather we had at Pier 60 that night |
So we continue past Pier 60 (where unbeknownst to be, we pass pretty close by a sneaking Nikki and Jason, there to document the action about to unfold). Patrick takes his phone out a few times to text Nikkie directions to our whereabouts, but assures me he is just giving her brotherly advice about Jason. Naive little old me just nods knowingly and tells him what a good brother he's being.
Once we've left the hustle and bustle of the evening Pier crowd, Patrick and I walk out onto the sand, where the clouds have just begun to send down a gentle misting rain. As we're walking - flip flops in one hand, each other's hand clasped in the other - Patrick finds an empty space on the beach near the water. What with the mist and lack of sunset, the beach is almost deserted. When we reach the spot he's picked out, he pulls me to a stop and tosses both of our shoes into the sand. He wraps both arms around me and pulls me close, and says something sweet in my ear.
Now this is where things get hazy, because as he's stopped me on the beach - I have sensed something unusual is going on. My mind is in overdrive, all my senses are set to maximum. Before my racing brain can even process what Patrick has just whispered to me, he looks me in the eye, and drops to one knee. In my inability to process the situation in my now-swimming brain, I ever so sweetly gaze down at my boyfriend on bended knee, and delicately trill:
"ARE YOU SERIOUS?? ARE YOU BEING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW??"
Needless to say, he was "being serious right now", and as he asked me to marry him he took my left hand and slid the most beautiful ring I have ever seen in my whole life onto my finger. I'm told I gave an answer that resembled a yes - but all I can recall is some vigorous nodding and tearfully cupping Patrick's face in my hands and kissing him like an overjoyed fool.
Within a few short moments, Patrick told me to look off to my right - as I had been completely oblivious to anything else going on on that beach, and I then saw Nikki frantically sprinting like a madwoman across the sand toward us. Thankfully in her haste she thought to pause one more time and capture a closer-up photo of us, fresh in our utterly raw joy.
Newly minted engaged couple!
We then proceeded to laugh and hug and cry and carry on with the electric excitement we felt and couldn't contain if we tried. I felt quite literally that I could burst with joy at any moment. It was a much more raucous walk back to the car, as we shared stories about the planning of the night, the hunt for the ring, the request for my parents' permission, and my absolute ignorance of any of it!We then called my parents, my brothers, and our closest friends to share with them the best news of our lives. And then we went to Patrick's parents' house to toast with some celebratory drinks!
And cake.
Obviously there had to be cake.
