Of course, I said yes...

It’s funny how you think you’ve been wanting and waiting for something for so long, and you think you’re all set – then when it happens it completely blows you off your feet.

So they say girls dream up their proposals and weddings right from when they’re little. The first words they learn are com..commit..commitment and mar..marry. And as teens, they start building scrapbooks with dresses, flower arrangements, song lyrics and tips on how not to experience potential wardrobe malfunctions while boogying on the dance floor. That their guest lists are edited and saved as the years go by and friends are made and dropped (gawd that sounds awful, but the truth hurts). That when a woman enters a serious relationship, she drops hints and make comments and places pressure on said other because god forbid, he fails to live up to any of the dreams she has built all those years.

See now I wouldn’t know, cause I was never that neurotic about having the most perfect proposal or the most perfect wedding. I never wanted to outdo my friend’s experiences or to have one that gives me bragging rights till I wrinkle and fall off in places.

All I wanted, was something that would make me feel special. Like I was the only one in that room, the only one who had all his love and protection. To leave me feeling warm and fuzzy inside every time I think about it.

I love how he knows me well enough to know that I would want my closest friends there to celebrate it with us. I love how he remembered the words that mean so much to me. I love how he had the balls to do it in public, in front of a room full of strangers. I love that he knew that my family’s blessing mean the world to me. I love how he knew the exact ring I’m going to be wearing on my finger. I love how he made every birthday I have from now on, even more meaningful. I love how he swept me off my feet completely by surprise when he went down on one knee. I love how he put everything together so carefully.

I could write down exactly how it happened, right to the point where I was so stunned he had to ask ‘so is it a yes’. But I won’t because I would never be able to capture how I really felt at that point, as corny as it sounds, there really are no words to describe the way my heart was bouncing.

Feeling special. Loved. Warm. And fuzzy inside.

And gawd, now for the planning..