The Proposal

My sweet fiancé lives 3 hours away from me. So seeing each other every day was out of the question. Oh, but the times together have always been magical. One specific date comes to mind.

Gavin picked me up at Way-To-Early o'clock for an hour drive into Anchortown. He took me shopping at all the malls, to Barns and Nobel (where I spent a lot more time and money than I'd like to admit) and gave me an all around fantastic day. At 6 pm he tells me that we have reservations at a restaurant so we should hurry.

I was expecting something extravagant, so when we drive up to a strip mall I try to hide my disappointment. And then we walk through the doors of a tiny Italian restaurant with all the waiters dressed in suits.

Now, I am not fancy. Nor am I learned in the art of eating spaghetti without slurping. But we are seated at the table reserved for "Hart" anyway and begin to flip through the menu.

Gavin orders sparkling cider to which the waiter sadly proclaims that they only sell alcoholic beverages or water.

"Well they really are fancy..." I think to myself as Gavin and I order water.

How to I begin to describe the food? Better than anything I have ever tasted. Perfectly balanced. I honestly didn't think the night could get better than the food itself.

But it did.

About halfway through the meal the waiter comes up holding two glasses of cider and a bottle.
"Look what we found in the back!" He proclaims as he places the drinks in front of us.

Gavin was nervous. I could see it in his eyes. Glancing quickly between the glass and me.

I knew what was coming. So explain the intense butterflies and shaky hand as I sipped from the glass and saw a beautiful diamond ring at the bottom.

Do I drink the rest of the cider? Do I pretend I didn't see it? To I dump it into my hand? But there was still cider. So the fork it was. I wasn't quite sure how to respond.

Gavin gently takes the ring from my hand and gets down on one knee in the middle of Villa Nova, this beautiful, fancy restaurant and asks me, Sam Hale, to be his wife.

I started crying. Yup. I cried. And everybody in the room started clapping and saying congratulations! Let us see the ring!

There was no concentration on the food in front of me. My sweet Gavin had picked the most perfect ring for me. The most beautiful way to propose. And the magic of the moment had overtaken me.