A little over 3 years ago, I met Kevin Eugene Anglin. In a well-fitted Celtics jersey, the show off was working the crowd at a pick up volleyball game on the first night at Mountain Camp. I remember thinking, "that boy is so annoying and just wants attention!!" and even though I was right, I really had no idea that the stud cracking jokes was destined to be my best friend and the man who put this gorgeous, breathtaking diamond on my left hand.
The story continues as girl asks boy the score of the basketball game (Celtics were in the championship, girl always wanted to live in Boston and therefore felt she could engage in conversation (or show that she cared) about the team). Boy sees girl teaching sailing lessons in a neon green hat and tells himself, "I'm gonna make that girl smile". Boy and girl get put on the daunting task of 'Work Crew' and girl desperately tries to get out of it. (No dice) and so girl and boy spend a night in South Lake Tahoe and there the spark is lit. A first kiss, a real connection. The following weeks were a little more dramatic because the girl was 22 and in what the boy calls her "insane phase" but on June 29, 2010, the boy and girl, at picnic tables before the girl headed down to the lake, decided that they would start this for real. The following weeks were filled with love letters, secret notes and songs, stolen kisses and late night walks. Talks of the future and meeting families and actions to make those talks real. And on a midnight passed morning, the boy and girl finally declared their true love.
Camp ends and yet the boy and girl continue. Girl moves to Boston, boy and girl discover the romance of the east, they spend their first Christmas together, New Years and on their one year anniversary they share a dance among a Boston fountain and dine with the endless sea. Girl moves in with boy, they devise a plan to move to NYC so the boy can follow his well-deserved dream to be a comedy writer. They pack up and move into a lovely shoe box- the site where this boy and girl would spend lazy Sundays curled up together, early mornings with chocolate pancakes and one day on a living room picnic where the boy would ask the girl for her hand in marriage.
Year two starts off with a Ferris wheel ride in Astoria Park and a blazing hot summer. The year continues with boy and girl falling deeper and deeper in love. A love so strong it hurts, so precious and vulnerable and yet it's the most powerful connection the boy and girl have ever felt. And so boy and girl spend the year planning their future, girl tells boy what kind of ring she would one day want, in January, on a romantical Philadelphia trip, the boy asks the girl her ring size and the girl never finds out because she thinks the ring is rather far away. But the boy is smarter than that. On a typical May Sunday, the girl goes out with a friend and the boy heads out to a local jeweler and finds the girl her dream ring. Knowing the girl frantically and religiously cleans the apartment, the boy hides the ring at a friend's house so the girl will be utterly surprised. The boy then spends the following weeks, what he says "messing with her psyche" so that she will be even more thrown off. With their 3 year anniversary approaching, the couple plan a picnic and a nice dinner to celebrate the magic. The girl does wonder if the boy would ever propose but the boy has been so adamant about not popping the question she spends her time telling herself to not get her hopes up and just continue living in this love-filled moment.
The 3 year anniversary arrives. The week proceeding was truly fabulous- the boy had one of his best comedy shows to date and the girl ceased work at one job to follow her big promotion at another. Boy and girl wake up on the 29th and head to a couple's massage- the girl's gift. Calmed and relaxed, they head to the grocer for some perfect picnic snacks. NYC weather had been a little iffy- randomly opening up pouring skies of dark, terrible rain and so the boy and girl decide to move their Central Park picnic into their living room. The boy was calmly making chocolate chip pancakes, the girl set up the picnic and around 1:00pm it began. The boy said he had a little present for the girl- nothing big but still something and he wanted to do a card trick (which was normal because the boy has done this for the girl before). Pick a card, any card and the girl picks the Ace of Hearts. The card is put back in the deck, generously shuffled and the boy pulls the Jack of Clubs and asks, "Is this your card?" Of course, it is not and the boy looks baffled- he suggest the girl looks in 'The Book' for her card. The Book- a picture and memory keeper the boy and girl had been creating over the past 3 years, was sitting on the picnic blanket. The girl had wanted to look at it again on this special day and remember the last 3 years- the boy had other plans for it. He opens the book and tells the girl to turn to a specific page. The girl, still having no idea what is going on, opens the book and sees on the left page it says "Happy Anniversary! 3 years! That's crazy!" and her Ace of Hearts taped inside. "I made a 'to do' list for next year -->" The girl scans her eyes to the next page and sees a lovely kissy photo of the two and a list: To Do: GET ENGAGED (with a big check mark). Now the girl is rather confused. Is this the boy saying he will propose in the next year? The girl puts down the book and there the boy is- with a ring box opened holding the most beautiful, unreal, exquisite diamond ring she has ever seen. Even better than the pictures she had once swooned over, the ring was there with the boy's hands nearly shaking over it.
The girl is now crying and asking what?! She even asked the boy if he was sure, he said yes and so she said yes, yes, I do. And the boy so kindly reminded her that he had not asked her anything (yet). And so the boy, asks the 4 little words ever girl dreams of- Will You Marry Me?
So there on a perfect Saturday, 3 years since the picnic table, 3 years since they started over, the boy and girl officially decided to spend forever together.
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