So where should I begin?

I’m guessing you all are most interested in my work trip to Orlando right?

OK.  It would be cruel to keep it from you any longer.

      

No??  That’s not what you wanted to hear about??

OK.  I’ll tell you about the night I got engaged then.  :)

Dave and I went on our first date on March 29, 2010.  I remember it was raining and I met him at a now defunct wine bar.  It was a frequent first date place of mine.  Close to my apartment but not too close.   He sat at the same table where I had my last (horrific) first date.  We even had the same waiter.

We basically closed the place down and he offered to walk me home.  Being a savvy New Yorker I was loath to let anyone I’d just met walk me home but I let him. 

Let me say this.  I am sure Dave has had as tough a year as I have.  He patiently stood by while he thought I stood him up right before my gallbladder surgery.   He came out to Long Island to see me right after.   He was there the whole time when everything was happening with my dad.  I told him last night I’m not sure I could have made it through all that without him.  It might have broken me. :(

But luckily I didn’t have to. 

When people close to me meet Dave they all say the same thing.  He’s very nice to me.  That sounds weird but it’s the simplest way to explain it.  As much as he says I do for him he does for me.  I guess that’s the point of a good relationship.

Anyway – on Wednesday to celebrate the occasion of our first anniversary Dave took me to Tabor Road Tavern – where we went for New Year’s Eve.  I was sick.  Still am.  When Dave saw me he asked if I still wanted to go as I looked miserable.

Sidenote: (I didn’t know he was going to propose.  I thought maybe there was some chance he MIGHT.  I was also starving and had been looking forward to this dinner.  No way I wasn’t going to go.)

First thing – I made Dave valet park when he tried to self park.  The ring – unbeknownst to me – was under my seat in the car.  It had been there all day in a commuter parking lot as well but I didn’t know that yet.  So now he had to go back to the car and get the key from the valet and get the ring. 

We were seated at a regular table but then Dave asked for a booth so we had to wait at the bar.  We had a glass of wine and then were finally seated in a big booth. 

We had a lovely meal, during which we were just talking about our year together.  During dessert and simply during our conversation he asked.  I said yes.  Then he gave me a sparkly ring in a blue box. :) 

Then he took me to CVS to get NyQuil because I was really sick.  

For the record, diamonds shine even brighter in fluorescent light. :)

We told the kids on Friday and they were all very excited.  Mora wants us to do crafts at the wedding.   I told her maybe at her next birthday party.

We’re already deep into planning and it looks like 5 months from now (give or take) I might need a new name for my blog. :) 

It took a while but I finally got here.