I didn't see it coming.We were on vacation in St. John and relaxing in our Concordia Eco-Tents. After our dinner on the patio, we cleaned up our plates and enjoyed our wine, listening to the waves crashing against the rocky shore. This Tuesday night was brilliant and clear, with thousands of stars in the inky blue sky. We had seen so many gorgeous beaches and had so much fun, and we were barely half-way through our vacation.
I had been dating Chris for almost two years and knew that I loved him intrinsically. I knew he loved me, too. He made me feel like I was a better version of myself, and he tolerated my stupid cat. (No easy task, believe me.) All the catch phrases for love -- "He completes me," "Soul mates," "He makes me feel like a natural woman." -- actually applied.
So when I excused myself into the cabin for a minute and came back out to see him almost falling out of his chair and landing on one knee, a small red box in his shaking hands, I was completely shocked.
I'm no the only Aisledasher telling my proposal story. What's yours?
"Kerri, I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"
"Oh my God. Oh my God, are you serious? Are you really serious?" My hands flew to my mouth and my eyes welled up. "Are you serious?"
He smiled at me. He was serious.
"This is the part where you say yes."
"Oh my God, yes!!"
He slid the ring on my finger, where it remains (and the sparkle keeps distracting me as I type).
He inspires me, makes me proud, makes me smile every day, and writes my name in the peanut butter. I love him dearly and am so proud to be his girl.I'm no the only Aisledasher telling my proposal story. What's yours?
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