Well gang, it's official. I am now engaged to be married!
Last night, Sarah and I took a walk up to Buena Vista park near our apartment in San Francisco. We stopped and picked some flowers to wear in our hair, and then climbed to the top of the park. It is a beautiful setting with tons of trees and stellar views of the city.
We talked about various things on the walk, and then, just as we were about to leave the summit, Sarah pulls out this card that she had made me. I opened it up, and it said, "Why keep gambling on happiness?" and had an attached lottery ticket. On the next fold of the card, it said, "When you've already won with me?" Then, there were these three little doors over on the left that showed all of the ways I have won with Sarah. How much we love each other and how we can talk until 2AM, and how she wants to share everything with me. But before I opened the last door, she made a little speech. She isn't usually very verbally expressive of her feelings toward me, so it was great to hear her saying that she wanted me to be her "partner and husband." Then, I opened the third door (marked Door #7
for comic purposes), and read "Will you marry me?"
I was very moved, and dropped to a knee and pulled out her grandmother's engagement ring and told her how lucky I would feel to be able to spend and share my life with her. We both hugged a misty-eyed hug, but didn't really break out crying or anything.
Then, as we were leaving the top of the park, I shouted to some lady who was walking her dog across the way, "We just got engaged!" and she shouted back, "Awesome!" Then, we called a bunch of family members to share the news.
We went home and celebrated with pizza and Bellini's. It was a night I will remember forever. I can't wait to start working on the wedding planning with Sarah. We are so happy together, I know it will be fantastic to spend our lives together.
Side-Story: So, as we were walking down out of the park, there was this guy in the middle of one of the paths who was doing push-ups on a down-hill slope. He was doing a lot of them, and didn't seem to be getting tired, but when he noticed that Sarah and I were close, he stopped and stood up to let us pass. I said, jokingly, "Wow, 600 push-ups." He said, "Sorry" and kind of looked away as though he was embarrassed. I said, "No, it's okay, I just wanted to congratulate you on all those push-ups you did." He said, "To be honest, I'm stoned. I just wanted to do some push-ups cause I'm high." Only in San Francisco.