Today is the six-year anniversary of the day Tim proposed. He probably doesn’t even remember the exact date. In fact, he’s probably upstairs right now annoyed that I haven’t yet come up to bed – that I spend too much time on devices and the Internet. Little does he know that I’m writing about an important date in our relationship history and digging through my email archive to find original emails where I gush about the news to my family and friends. Here’s one I found:
It’s been a while. How is everyone? I just wanted to let you know that Tim and I got engaged! At the beginning of June, Tim and I made a quick trip to Providence and Boston for a long weekend. On the last day of our trip, in Boston Public Gardens, Tim proposed! And I said yes! Tim and I have been dating for what will be 4 years in September, he’s my best friend and I knew he was the one I wanted to marry. I guess I thought we would probably get engaged in the next year or so, and I can’t say I wasn’t aware of the fact that our Boston weekend would have been a perfect time. Still, I really didn’t think it was going to happen right now, and I was genuinely surprised. We’re thinking a Summer ’08 wedding here in Philly. I just wanted to share my happy news.
Hope all is well with you.
After he proposed, I asked a couple walking by if they would take our photo.
I took this image to capture the view from the bench.
We sat there for a while enjoying the view of the city where we met. We talked about our future together. Then, as we walked away, I snapped this photo of “our bench.”
We walked up to Faneuil Hall, sat at the outdoor bar at The Salty Dog (the restaurant where I worked three summers earlier) and toasted ourselves with a celebratory beer.
On the drive home to Philadelphia, we stopped back in Providence at the restaurant where I had worked there. We told the news to several friends who were working and our friend Evan, the bartender, surprised us with complimentary glasses of champaign. Then, we made the drive home and took turns driving and calling our parents and siblings and friends. It was a Tuesday night, so it was knitting night and I knew all my Philly girlfriends would be in one place. I called my friend Amy and she put me on speaker phone. That was the fastest roadtrip. The time in the car just flew by.
And here we are, six years, one marriage and one 22-month-old daughter later. I’d say “yes” all over again, and I do every day.