Thursday, January 12, 2012


Here is a very very overdue post about what happened on 9/10/11...

Colin always wakes up before I do on weekends.  He usually let's me sleep in, but that morning he jumped on the bed and woke me up.  He said he had a lot planned for us and that I had to get ready quick (which we all know is asking a lot of me).  

Since it was the weekend of 9/11, my mom made me promise her that we wouldn't ride the subway.  Colin thought it was a great reason for us to finally go for a walk over the Manhattan Bridge, something he'd never done and we'd been talking about doing for some time.

I was about to get in the shower when I realized it was 9/10/11.  I got really excited...

Me:  Hey, it's NINE. TEN. ELEVEN.
Colin:  Oh, yeah.
Me:  Nine ten eleven would be a great day to get engaged.  Then we can get married on ten eleven twelve!
Colin:  Or we can get engaged on ten eleven twelve...
Me:  Uh, no.  I don't think so.
Colin:  The more you bring it up the longer it'll take for it to happen...

He'd been using that line for a long time now, and part of me believed him.  It had been months since we started looking at engagement rings and seriously talking about getting married.  I knew it wasn't going to happen right after we went to look at rings, but I couldn't help but think that maybe that was just a way to distract me and keep me quiet for a while longer.  That and the fact that Colin would often say "every time you talk or ask about when we're getting engaged, I'm pushing it back another week."

I got a little upset so we sat down on the couch to talk.

My first point:  We've been living together for a year now, and I used to always say I never wanted to live with anyone till I got married, or at least engaged...
First thing he says:  We haven't lived together for a year.
Me:  It's been a year! Omg, in three weeks it'll be a year! That's a year!

At this point Colin's kind of laughing and smiling and I'm just lost.  Is this funny?  That kind of was...  But I can't laugh!  Can't lose my game face.  Even when I'm mad it's so hard not to laugh with him!

We talked things over and he was saying anything he could to make me feel better/get me off his back, and I was just being terrible...

Colin:  Why don't we go look at rings again today?
Me:  Why? You already know what I like.
Colin:  So you don't want to go?
Me:  No! Let's go!

He told me to go shower.  I walked out of the room and said (mostly to myself), "you should already have one by now, but whatever."

An hour later, we finally left the apartment and headed to the Manhattan Bridge.  It was a warm, overcast day, and about about halfway through our walk it started to rain.  We huddled under my umbrella and debated grabbing a cab.  Thankfully, it quickly blew over and we were back on our way.

We arrived at the bridge to discover we had to walk on the "bike-only" side of the bridge because of construction.  I have no idea what we were talking about, but I think I was probably telling Colin all the reasons why I like walking the Manhattan Bridge more than the Brooklyn Bridge, and how he's about to see why for himself.

We get to the first look out point and stop to take in the view.  We spent a few minutes talking about what was what, the river, Brooklyn, etc.

Then, Colin took both my hands in his and started telling me about how much he loved me.  He said so many sweet, wonderful things, I really wish we could remember more!

I started thinking, "wait, is this it?  Could he be proposing now?!"

And then he reached into his right pocket, and pulled out... his phone.

I thought, "ok, nope, this isn't it.  He's just going to tell me something like: I love you so much, don't worry, it'll happen soon enough, etc."

He checked the time and then put his phone back in his left pocket.  Then I asked him what time it was.  It was around 12:30ish.

He took my hands again and talked about how he knew when he was in love with me, about the first time we said "I love you," about how I'm the most important person in the world to him.  He talked about how happy we've been together and how he wanted us to spend the rest of our lives together.

Then he got down on one knee, and said "and now I have one question, will you marry me?"

I teared up and said, "OF COURSE! OF COURSE, YES!"  And dropped down to hug him.  I didn't want to let go!