On February 22, 2014, a day of sunshine in warmth, in our very own kitchen in our very tiny home in Philadelphia, my sweet man proposed to me.
We met when I’d just turned twenty and he twenty one. Six years later, here we are, despite speculations by others that we may never marry.
Our story is precious and private and I promised to keep it so, but I want to tell the world that it couldn’t have been more perfect and I’ve never felt anything in my days on this earth like what I felt when he looked into my eyes and asked me to be his wife.
He slipped on the ring, an antique beauty from the 1890s that sparkled like the day it was first worn, and after tears of joy and free-flowing bubbly, we celebrated the best way I can imagine… with more bubbly and a two-hour dinner at our favorite restaurant in the city, Zahav.
There are moments in the day where I catch myself daydreaming and when I come-to I can’t believe it’s real- that this is my life and I love someone and am loved so very much.
We’re happier than I ever thought possible and so overwhelmed with the outpouring of love from our friends and family. There have been tears and screams and suffocating hugs and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Thank you for indulging me and for being excited for us. Yayyy!