How We Met
We met back in May, over coffee in the city. From that day on, we were inseparable.
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It was a chilly December evening, we had spent the early part of the day building gingerbread houses with his little boy, and my nephew and nieces. Around three pm, we dropped his son off at his mothers, and went back to the house to settled in and hang out. We turned on the TV, but wound up just talking and talking, for hours – he did most of the talking, I did most of the listening, now that I think about it. Around nine o’clock in the evening he asked me if I thought the tree, in the little park, in the center of town, was still lit. I thought it an odd question, but assured him that I was fairly certain that the tree was most likely set on a timer and would probably turn on at dusk, and off at dawn, until after the new year, at least. He insisted that we should take a walk over and see for ourselves, but it was cold and late, and I was tired after a long, fun, day – I admit, I did not make it easy for him. All I wanted was to get in my pj’s and curl up with a hot cup of tea. He, however, persisted and finally I gave in, got my coat and boots on and prepared for the chilly stroll to see if the tree was indeed lit. Suddenly though, he was the quiet one and I was the chatty one, pointing out the pretty lights, on the many homes, that lined the streets on our walk to the park.
Wge turned off of the little side streets and onto the main street, heading towards the park. The entrance came into view, flanked by two small, decorated trees on either side of the little path, lined with light poles topped by wreaths and electric candles, leading our way to the pretty Christmas tree situated in the center of the park. The tree was indeed lit and decorated with ornaments and lights, just as it had been when Santa threw the switch to light the tree the night before – it was beautiful! I paused as we walked up, and snapped a few pictures with my cell phone; Brian walked over and sat on one of the benches that surrounded the tree, watching me take pictures and ramble on about not being able to get a good shot of the tree. I then made my way over and sat next to him. He put his arm around me and I snuggled close, both of us admiring the tree. He squeezed me close and told me that he loved me; I returned the sentiment and then, before I could process what was happening, he was down on one knee, in front of me, holding a gorgeous ring and again telling me how much he loves me, and wants to spend the rest of his life with me. I was in utter shock, finally realizing what was going on. I welled up, shaking my head yes, telling him absolutely, without a doubt, yes! He slid the ring onto my finger, just the two of us, by this beautifully lit tree, in the pretty little park, in the middle of this picturesque little town in New Jersey…I’ll never forget a moment of that night.