Our Engagement Story

If you follow me on social media you saw this post from over the weekend:

"Today started off with awful traffic and once we arrived to St Augustine it started to turn around. Alex and I had the most amazing time exploring and he made it even more amazing when he got down on his knee in the middle of the historic district and made this day even more magical. If you know me well you know how happy this man has made me. He has shown me so much love, kindness and respect. He has brought light to this dark world of mine and illuminated it. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you, Alex. I love you so, so much."

I wanted to share our engagement story, because well, it was perfect for Alex & I and I'm still swooning over here. 

On Saturday March 12 Alex & I spent the afternoon in St. Augustine. When we arrived, it was after 4 grueling hours of traffic and me hating every moment of it. When we finally set foot on St. Augustine’s soil we sat by the fort on the steps in front of the bay, eating part of the picnic that we brought. We enjoyed the cool, bay breeze on our skin and the wind whipping our hair in our faces as we stretched our limbs. We explored that historic town together – places I had never been to before. We had delicious lattes, went to silly tourist shops, explored the Lightner Museum and Flagler College. We spent the afternoon with happy hearts.

As the sun started to go down we went searching for the walking tour’s headquarters that we had signed up for (history’s murder, mystery and mayhem – yes, please!). We turned down King St. off of St. George and I stopped to climb up onto the curb as one does, when they are almost a foot shorter than their boyfriend, and gave him a kiss. We stood there kissing and hugging. I was so happy in that moment – yet again he managed to make this day turn into something perfect after such an awful start. And he’s magical like that, a knack for turning awful situations into something beyond amazing. I started to tell him how much I loved him, gushing to him about how happy he has made me. The next thing I notice is him getting down on one knee, ring in hand and nervously asking “Will you spend the rest of your life with me?” I kept repeating "yes" over and over, surely my face flushed with the brightest shade of pink. When he put that ring on my finger I was overwhelmed with the sheer beauty of it and how accurately it represents our relationship: the black onyx center, a metaphor for how I feel about myself, surrounded by ten stunning diamonds representing the unfettered light that Alex has brought into my life.

And my favourite part, because surely this would happen to us, after I was done saying yes repetitively we stood there on King St. kissing and embracing one another in the middle of the sidewalk when some drunk fool thought it was a good idea to tell us that we should get a room, and Alex – in all his Marc Maron glory – told him, “Get the fuck out of here! I just proposed!”.

Afterwards, Alex & I celebrated with the most delicious sushi ever and enjoyed our walking tour with smiles plastered on our faces.

I seriously cannot wait to be his wife!