- 1 year ago
- Wedding: November 2013
My 27th birthday was fast approaching but I didn’t really feel like doing anything. Am I getting old or what? R convinced me that at the very least I should have a gathering with our friends to celebrate. Looking back on it, it was odd for him to suggest anything because normally he doesn’t ask me about my birthday plans until the day before. But I didn’t give it any thought. I decided a potluck bbq would be nice along with a friendly softball game, so on May 19th, a week before my birthday, we did just that. We were at Cardoza Park in Milpitas and had just returned to the picnic area from the baseball field. I was getting ready to cut the cake when he approached me with a medium sized box, unwrapped, straight off of a UPS truck. He just handed it to me and didn’t say anything so when I saw my friend’s name and return address on the box, I assumed it was from her. Aside from that, he said he wasn’t going to get me anything for my birthday which I was completely fine with because I don’t think I ever gave him anything for his birthday . I don’t know why I believed him this time though because he tells me that every birthday and he ALWAYS gets me a gift.
Anyway, I opened the box to find a UCSB frame for my diploma. I’ve been wanting to purchase it for quite some time because he has the exact same one and I wanted to hang ours next to each other. He always talked me out of buying it because he said it was too expensive. Taped onto the front of the frame was a note that read, “To my dearest C, This frame will eventually hold a symbol of one of the greatest journeys of your life. However, where one journey ends, another must begin and little do you know this letter is the first step to your next greatest journey. Forever yours, R.” While reading that note, I was thinking ‘here we go again’, because every time he gives me a gift, he writes these little messages that don’t really make sense initially but eventually does once the whole picture is revealed. When I looked up from the note, still a little confused, I noticed everyone wasn’t looking at me but something or someone else. That’s when I heard him say my name and turned around to see him on one knee with a ring in his hand. I was completely surprised and yes, I cried.