How We Met
Keith and I met in high school at a mutual friend’s house. I had seen him around before at school, and knew that I had to somehow get him my number. The night after meeting him, I decided to Facebook message him about “homework,” and casually gave him my number if he “wanted to text me about it.” This was the start of a very casual ‘dating’ relationship.
After graduation, we both decided to head to two different places, and still hadn’t put any labels on our relationship. I think the realization of us no longer spending time together at that point forced us to finally decide to be boyfriend/girlfriend.
Over the next five years, the longest either of us lived in the same city were for three month time periods during the summers. During those years we got to each other by busses, Craigslist carpools & flights.
When I decided to move to Seattle for a job after graduation, Keith still had a year of college left. He was nothing but supportive of my decision, and moved in with me a year later. We figured that with almost five years of long distance under our belts, we were fairly well suited to live together. We were so right!
how they asked
Thanksgiving has been my favorite holiday since I can remember. There is something about getting to be together with your family with no expectation of gifts that just works for me. Myself & Keith’s families have become incredibly close since we began dating almost seven years ago, and have rented a house together at the Oregon Coast for the past several Thanksgivings.
This Thanksgiving, he asked me if I might like to take a quick walk with him on the beach with our dog while his stuffing was baking in the oven. I had been cooking all day, and thought a walk sounded like just what I needed. For November, the coast was balmy and we sat and talked while watching the sun go down. I mentioned to him that, “this might be our last holiday season not engaged…. HINT HINT.” I had absolutely no clue what was coming!
After an hour or so, we headed back up to the house. When we got close to the back door, I noticed that there was a photo of Keith and I pinned to the front of the door. I said, “what a strange thing for our parents to do,” and without a thought continued on my way inside.
As soon as I opened the door and heard Sleepyhead by Passion Pit playing, I knew immediately what was happening. While we were out, our families had transformed the staircase into a photo timeline of our relationship. There were candles on every stair, and all of the lights in the house were dimmed. I burst into tears (what would later be called an ugly-cry), and let Keith lead me through all of the photos, telling me his favorite memories of us as we went.
At the top of the stairs, several of our family members were holding strings of cafe bulbs, and also crying their eyes out. We walked under our little canopy of lights, and Keith got down on one knee. I think I blacked out a little bit from being completely surprised and over the moon.
I’ll never forget the music, the twinkling lights and the most perfect man I’ve ever interacted with finally proposing to me.