Unbeknownst to me, Rich had been carrying a big huge ring box around in his pocket all night on Thanksgiving Day. (Side note: they don't put engagement rings into little black velvet boxes like they used to, they're in gigantic, photogenic cubes. I'm not sure how I didn't notice that his hip bone had morphed into a cube all night...) He strategically sat on the left side of me at Thanksgiving dinner so I wouldn't accidentally bump into it. We finished a delish and non-tradish meal and walked out to the bay, which was super gorgeous, but really busy (He also later confessed that he had thought about proposing at the restaurant, but then maybe thought on the bay, but neither had felt like the right place). We then walked his parents back to their hotel along the boardwalk which parallels mission beach shops and houses, and a huge long beautiful stretch of beach made by the ocean. We walked past a couple of crowds, and I was busy chit-chatting about who-knows-what, and Rich's mom was saying that she wants to go up to bed, all while Rich is trying to pull us down on the beach so we can all "stand on the beach together and put our toes in the sand." Once he finally had us down there (and it took some coaxing). He told us that he had been waiting all night to find the right place, and now that he had finally gotten us together he knew this was the right spot to ask me to marry him. He got down on one knee, told me that he Super Loves me, and if I would marry him. My answer was.... (drumroll please) "Yes Yes yes yes I will marry you!"
This, my friends, is the coolest, most romantic, most exciting gesture that has ever happened in my life. With his two sons and his parents present he asked me to be his wife. There were tears, there were hugs, and a whole lot of whoop-whooping. These next few pictures from our trip are pictures that I know I'm going to forever adore.
I am SO excited to marry this man.
Happy Blogmas Day 2!