Our New Journey

It was a Saturday like any other, all things considered, but A decided it was going to be a day about me.  I protested at first, oh yes I can be a pain sometimes, but then I realized it was pointless and kind of rude to A who was so excited.

I was awoken to a dozen red roses framed by baby's breath, my favorite arrangement for sure.  The sun was shining on this April 26th morning with a slight chill in it's breeze.  I wore a light jacket as we left to our first destination.

A rewarding thrift shopping experience at Habitat for Humanity left us a water bottle richer emblazoned with "MUSE The 2nd Law" on it's front, a nice memento for our first concert together.  With our stomachs rumbling we headed to our second destination Sancho Pistola's for an amazing brunch with bottomless mimosas, margaritas, and bloody Marys.

He had the huevos rancheros, I had the eggs benedicto and we drank (naturally) as we chatted with our waiter.  Watching silent cartoons on the big screen and laughing, we held hands and stared into eachother's eyes.  We talked about how we got here, together.  How grateful I was that I told him how I felt, and how grateful he was that it was reciprocated.  We are blessed.

An hour later and delightfully buzzed (me), we headed to Circle Thrift at my prodding.  I tried on clothes and browsed every rack, but we left with an armful of puzzles and board games; see where our priorities lie.

We discussed cupcakes and treats as we drove back home in our car, neither of us resolute in our weakness for a sugar high.  We arrived and something kept me behind while A was busy in the living room.  He called me in, "Sit right there," he perched me on the edge of our ottoman.

I sat, oblivious, and staring at the TV screen cued up with a picture of us on one of our first dates.  The slideshow played and the crooning of Jon Legend's "All of Me" (our latest ode to each other) flowed through the speakers.

I laughed at all the familiar memories a Kool-Aid grin plastered on my face.  I saw him move behind me and I briefly looked at him as he pointed back at the screen and the slideshow arrived at it's finale.  "Will You Marry Me?" in white letters on a black screen.

I turned quickly back to A, now getting on one knee and holding out a ring, "Well?" he asked.  I quickly said "Yes!" probably nodding like a fool, I can't remember.  He placed the ring on my finger, beautiful, shining, and a perfect fit and the tears rushed out of my eyes.  I sobbed with joy and we hugged and kissed.

This is the moment where our time together thus far came to it's first joyful fruition.  I was humbled and overjoyed and at peace.  Here begins a new journey together.  Cheers!