Two years ago tomorrow, Mike proposed to me on a beautiful spring day in DC. It was a day I had hoped for, dreamed for, prayed for, for years. He got it exactly right. Here’s my proposal story.
In summer/fall 2009, Mike and I had been having regular date nights every other Wednesday. We’d alternate who would plan and pay and try to do things we wouldn’t normally do. We’d text each other on the day of saying where and when to meet.
So when during our last training run for the Cherry Blossom 10-miler, I didn’t think anything of it when Mike said “I think we should pick date night up again. I have an idea for a place that I thought of last summer but never used. How about next Wednesday?” I’m pretty sure I was thinking “oh that’s sweet. just keep running…one foot in front of the other…only 7 3/4 miles left to go…damn this hill is tough.”
I will admit that I had quite a few butterflies in my stomach when Wednesday rolled around. At 10 til 5pm I got a text from Mike that said “At 5 o’clock, head down. A car will pick you up, the driver will know where to go.” I figured he didn’t get a car service to take me to Ben’s Chili Bowl and thought, this must be it.
At 5:00 I left my office giddy and filled with butterflies. I had been waiting for this day for a long time. As I rode through the city in the sleek black car, I looked out the window with tears streaming down my face, trying to take in every detail of the world outside, the flowers, the sunshine, the tourists happily walking through the city.
The driver dropped me off behind the Jefferson Memorial, one of our favorite places in the city. It was a beautiful sunny spring day as I walked around to the front of the monument crying behind my sunglasses but smiling all at the same time. I’m sure I was shaking.
I turned the corner and saw Mike sitting about half-way up the steps of the Memorial wearing a navy blue suit and carrying a single red rose. He smiled wide when he saw me. I will never forget that sight.
I met him halfway up the steps, he kissed me and said simply “I think you’ve waited long enough.” Then he got down on one knee and said “Will you marry me?”
I said “yes,” he stood up, we kissed, and the tourists starting clapping and cheering around us.
Our date night didn’t end there. Mike had arranged for the car to wait for us and we got back in the car and went over to POV Terrace at the W Hotel for a bottle of champagne and celebrating.