Last week was a vacation of sorts in New York. The last time I was in the city seven years ago, my wallet was stolen and I wore a tiny mini-dress made of greeting cards (it’s a long story).
This time, I got engaged.
How I remained so utterly and wonderfully clueless up until the very moment Jake popped the question is a mystery in itself, but fortunately for me, it was all documented.
We waited for the subway to whisk us off towards Central Park to visit the Whitney. The day before, I had gotten my first ever (EVAR!) fancy manicure. UNAWARES.
Still clueless on Park Ave. Hell, maybe even a little peeved looking. (But really not peeved. I think all you gals who know about “Bitch Face” know what I mean.)
At the Whitney, Jake turns down the offer to schedule a viewing of Yayoi Kusama’s amazing installation at 4:30. “BUT WHYYYYY?!” I pined. It was the only reason I’d wanted to go there.
We go to Central Park. It’s pretty dang beautiful out. The leaves aren’t turning yet, not quite, but it’s still very Fall-ish. Jake suggests we take out a row boat. Of course, I’m really like 6 years old, so I agreed.
We row. We row all over that dang lake. After some time, Jake suggests we find a quieter spot and sit for a moment. When we do, I say that I’d like to row the boat for awhile. Like now. Can we go NOW?
I was so caught off guard when he finally asked, and after I said YES!, in the distance a band started to play. He might have been a little shaky, I might have been a little teary-eyed. It was pretty magical.
Jake had secretly planned an engagement photo session with our pal Tim Soter directly afterwards, at the High Line. Looking back, I’m so grateful for Tim’s gentle coaxing and the perfect timing and planning. It happened so fast, and we’re incredibly lucky to have Tim’s photos to remember this moment by.
Giant infinite high-fives to Tim Soter, and to all of our family and friends that have wished us well. It truly means a lot.