I woke up yesterday morning thinking that it would be like every other Saturday we've had. We stayed in bed until 9, made breakfast, and sat down on the couch flipping through the newspaper while sipping our coffee and tea. Nothing out of the ordinary here. I asked Bobby how we should spend our Saturday and he said, "Don't worry. I've got it all figured out already." So he went upstairs to shower while I putzed around on the internet for a little bit. When he returned I asked him what I should wear since he didn't seem to be willing to give up any details. "Wear something warm. We're going to be outside for a while." Hmm....could today be the day? Nah!
I decided to prepare as if that were the case anyway. I did my hair and makeup and put on something cute, in the event that there would be some photo ops later...if this was indeed the day.
We hopped in the car and I had a million different ideas running through my head. Were we going to Fort Tryon Park (one of our first date spots and really the time when we both realized this was it for us) or down to the promenade in Edgewater (the place where we should have had our first kiss but Bobby chickened out)? Was this really the day or was this just one of his many fakeouts he had planned?
The car headed over the GWB and onto the Henry Hudson North....ok, so we're heading to Fort Tryon. Is he really going to do this today or is he just messing with me?
We got up to Fort Tryon and Bobby opened the trunk to reveal that he had packed us a picnic lunch, just like the date that we had here in the summer....only about 40 degrees colder. We decided to explore the park a little more before sitting down under our tree (above, left). While taking in the rather chilly, but beautiful scenery, I explained to him how I thought today might be the day so I wore something cute just in case. He said that I should get used to this happening every weekend and that next weekend we might head up to Edgewater. I playfully hit him and called him a terd....How unfair! Toying with a girl's mind is just cruel!
After strolling through the gardens and taking a moment to look out over the Hudson at the GWB we finally headed back to our spot. Thankfully this time around there was no one there. Bobby pulled out a blanket and we sat down to enjoy yummy wraps, pickles, and my favorite, chocolate covered strawberries. I explained to him how I figured it was a fakeout and that he wasn't very nice for doing so. We stayed in the sun for about an hour before getting trampled by high school kids who didn't speak English. No, literally they were playing tag around us and one of the kids ran into us....even though they had the whole rest of the grassy area, they chose to play right on top of us.
I decided not to get bummed out, that it was kind of fun being kept on my toes with the whole ring thing and we packed up the picnic and started walking back to the car. We made it about 50 feet when Bobby realized he must have dropped his cell phone so we turned around and headed back (after I called him a dope, of course). I took out my phone to call his and told him to double check the backpack since I didn't see it on the ground. And that's when Bobby remembered he had a book in his backpack to give me. Apparently the little sneak had skipped out on his Wednesday night meeting while I was out of the area having dinner with my girlfriends and happened to go see our favorite author at his book signing.
Bobby handed me the book and I was eager to see what Harlan wrote....but, wait, this wasn't Harlan's newest book....I opened it up to read, "Melanie, Will you marry Bob?" and looked down to see Bobby on his knee with the ring in his hand. I dropped everything and hugged him while I began balling my eyes out which, ps: I never thought I'd cry at that.
Obviously, I said yes! But our day wasn't over yet.
We hopped back in the car and headed home. I was told that I could call and let people know it happened but couldn't give any details until the night was over because there was even more planned....crazyness. We got back to the house and I noticed Bailey, our rottie, was missing.....his dad came to pick her up so that we wouldn't have to worry about her all day. After a little cuddle time, we went to show my parents and sister and get the ring appraised. Everyone was ecstatic! And such a beautiful ring!
Bobby called up his parents and sisters to let them know the good news and we headed back to our house so that I could make my 4:00 nail appointment. That's right. Bobby had scheduled me to get my nails done so that they would look pretty in pictures with the ring and when I show the ring off to people...is he not the greatest ever or what?!?
I got back from my nail appointment at 5:15 and we got dressed to go out to dinner. We had a 6:30 reservation at The Melting Pot, the place where we had our very first date. The hostess seated us in a private booth for two in the back and even brought us champagne on the house in honor of our celebration. After a wonderfully stuffing meal, we headed home and I couldn't imagine the night being any better...
Until I opened the door to find the above. There was a trail of red, white, and yellow roses leading from the front door up to our bedroom with candles lit everywhere. We had a bottle of champagne waiting for us on the dresser. When the heck did this all happen? It wasn't there when we left for dinner. Apparently Bobby had one of his friends come over to the house and set everything up while we were on our way home from dinner. Ralph had literally just finished lighting the candles when we headed up the hill to our street.
And to top everything off, my fiancee is downstairs making me strawberry covered pancakes for breakfast. I am the luckiest :)