Yesterday is what I like to call my proposalversary. 3 years ago my hubs, Michael aka mr. swoon, surprised me with the most amazing, personal, and thoughtful proposal one could ever imagine. It was perfect because every detail related to our love story and why he wanted to marry me. I’m swoon-tearing just thinking about it. Excuse my cheesiness, but I just can’t help myself. I know I’m partial to the proposal, but he made me feel so incredibly special and loved it. The thought, effort, and time he put into the proposal inspired me. I want everyone to be able to experience those feelings and that ‘want’ is one of the many things that inspired me to start ever swoon. Next week I’ll be sharing my tips for making a swoon worthy proposal.
In the meantime, I hope you enjoy my New York proposal story.
*disclaimer: excuse my no-makeup face, I was really tired and mr. s had to beg me to go dinner after our flight. obviously the proposal was a huge surprise!
On the Sunday evening before Labor Day in 2009 we flew into JFK from our trip to Mexico, and we decided to go have a casual dinner at Blue Ribbon on Sullivan Street. It just so happened that the corner booth was the only table available and happened to be the same booth where we had our first date. I was reluctant to go to dinner in just a plain t-shirt, but Michael was wearing the same thing and insisted that we keep the vacation going. Little did I know, he was planning on asking me to be his wife at the end of dinner! Right before dessert, he moved the table out of the way and got down on one knee and proposed with the most beautiful ring I could have ever imagined.
The restaurant proposal was only the beginning of the magical evening Michael had in store for us. When we arrived back at our loft, the elevator doors opened to a candlelit apartment covered in red roses and the tunes of Sinatra’s “Come Fly With Me”, one of my favorite songs, filled the air. I only got 3 steps into the apartment before I heard a very familiar whimper. I ran to this whimper and right before my eyes is my wonderful Boston Terrier, Bella. (In order for you to fully understand the story, let me give you a little background. I raised Bella the last two years of college when I still lived in Texas. When I got my job in New York and had to move, my parents happily offered to keep her until I could take her to the city. For the past three years, I never gave up hope of someday being able to bring her to New York. Long story short, not only did my fiancé have to ask for my hand in marriage, but he also had to ask if he could have my dog. I’m not sure which was harder for my parents.) He secretly had her flown to Philadelphia (near his hometown) on the same day we flew back to NYC and on the night he proposed. His mom and brother picked up Bella from the airport and drove her to the city. While we were at dinner, they decorated the apartment, dropped off Bella and left as we were finishing dinner.
After almost half an hour of playing, Michael tells me there are more gifts.
Keep swooning after the jump!
He showed me a picture frame he had engraved from Tiffany’s with our names and that day’s date. There was a bottle of champagne on ice, not just any bottle though, it was a 1988 Veuve Clicquot, which is the same exact vintage of the first bottle we ever shared together. He popped open the bottle of bubbly and poured it into beautiful Tiffany’s champagne glasses engraved with our names. For dessert he bought a dozen of my favorite cupcakes from Crumbs. It took me a week to eat them all! The last gift of the evening, but certainly not least, he handed me a scrapbook filled with pictures throughout our relationship with corresponding captions as to why he loved me. Three years later, my feet have not yet touched the ground.