How We Met
Steve and I have been living across town from each other our whole lives. We went to the same schools and have always known of each other through mutual friends. It wasn’t until 2012 when Steve came home from college and we started working at a restaurant together where we really got to know one another. We were both seeing other people, but for some reason we had this strange connection. He was known as the nice guy and I, the nice girl. We would joke that no one else understood us, we should just run away and get married. But it wasn’t until we were both single when Steve started heckling me to go on a date with him.
One day after work, I agreed to go to the boardwalk with him. I remember texting my friends and telling them over and over again, “it’s not a date!!” We both had so much fun that we ended up hanging out again the very next day, and the day after that, and the one after that, and the next one. A couple months later we were calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend and everyone who knew us would say “you two are perfect together, why didn’t this happen sooner!?”
Steve and I joke that we are the male and female versions of ourselves, that’s how alike we are. We agree on pretty much everything and to this day we’ve never had a real big fight. Of course we’ve talked about getting married someday.. Since I was a little girl the only thing I’ve ever wanted was to be married. I knew we would wait until Steve was done with school and we were both settled into our careers.
how they asked
Our birthdays are only a couple weeks apart so we started a tradition to go on vacation around February and March in lieu of birthday presents. That’s why it didn’t seem suspicious that we were going away on Valentine’s Day this year. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t entertain the idea that Steve would propose in Jamaica but the night before we left we were packing together and I didn’t see a box so I had convinced myself that it wasn’t happening because I didn’t want to get my hopes up and ruin the entire trip.
On Valentine’s Day, Steve woke me up and told me that he got us a private cabana. We sat on the beach all day, had breakfast and lunch served right to us.. it was absolutely perfect. Then Steve tells me we have dinner reservations! We go back to our hotel room, shower and get ready. We went to the lobby to tell them we were ready and the concierge says she saved the waterfall gazebo for us. I turn to Steve and ask why she’s being so nice to us, he says they just have really good customer service and we go on our merry way to dinner.
Everything seemed normal.. We ate and talked and finished a bottle of champagne. Just as the dessert came out, so did a photographer..he said we get to have some pictures taken for Valentines Day. We pose for a couple cheesy photos and then he had me turn around so I was facing out at the ocean.. when I turned back around, Steve was down on one knee! He said to me “This day was perfect, you are perfect, I want to spend the rest of my life with you.. Will you marry me?” Tears streaming down my face I say yes a hundred times!!
We hugged forever and when we eventually went back to our room, it was decorated with rose petals, chocolates, and champagne. We finally called our parents, who knew everything and we cried over FaceTime. I actually ended up crying for some 4 hours that night. It was so special getting to spend the week celebrating just the two of us. We didn’t even announce it to friends until we came home! Steve said to me at one point “I had no idea it would mean this much to you” and that’s just it.. the idea of being his wife means everything to me. He is all I could have ever dreamed of and so much more.
