The Yes Day: The Story of Our Engagement

I gave this to my husband for our first anniversary. “Paper” is the traditional gift.


Four years ago today, my morning started off with a text from him.

Him: Where are you? 

Me: I’m in the car, about to go get a manicure. What’s up? 

Him: I bought you a coffee from Dunkin. Wait for me to come home. 

I thought nothing of it. I was dressed in my gym clothes, although I had zero intentions of going to the gym that day. (It is my usual weekend attire.) My hair was thrown up in a ponytail / bun sort of mess. I had next to no makeup on. And my nails were a disaster – hence my impending trip to the nail salon.

He had left unusually early that morning, even set his alarm, and said had all these random errands to run. I sat around for a bit, took some pretty photos of my Valentine’s Day flowers, and waited until it was time to leave for the nail salon.

I was my car already when he texted me, but I was too lazy to go back into the house. I figured he would pull up alongside my car and hand me the much-needed coffee and I would be on my way.

I see his car whip around the corner and pull into the driveway. He gets out of the car and motions for me to get out of mine.

Ugh. Why? I just want to get my day started and now I have to get out of the car to get my coffee (yes – I was being a big brat).

It was a brisk, February morning. I walk up the driveway and he walks around the car.  “Look what Bentley did to the leather! He scratched the entire front seat – take a look!!” He didn’t sound thrilled. Shit. What did this dog do now? I open the passenger side door and look at the seat. I see nothing. I’m looking around, looking underneath the seat, nothing. I turn and start to say what I don’t see and he is down on one knee.

Oh. My. Gosh. This is happening. And it’s happening right now. 

My hands quickly cover my mouth, as tears start forming in my eyes. He starts talking and he’s holding a black box. It’s closed. The words that are coming out of his mouth are beautiful. They are mine.

At that moment, time stands still. It is just the two of us. I hear those four words: Will You Marry Me? I shake my head up and down, tears streaming down my face. I see tears are in his eyes as he smiles at me. I want to hold onto this moment forever.

We embrace. “Does that mean it’s a yes?” he asks. “Yes, Yes, Yes!” I finally find the words through the tears of happiness. He opens the box and reveals a beautiful ring. The ring takes my breath away. He slips it onto my left hand, and I admire it in the sunshine.

This is happening. And it’s happening right now. 

At my parent’s house, later that afternoon.



  1. February 19, 2016 / 3:04 am

    SUCH A FREAKING BEAUTIFUL STORY. I love it. So full of love & happiness
    So happy for you!!

    • Kristine
      February 19, 2016 / 4:26 am

      Thanks for reading!!!

  2. February 19, 2016 / 12:16 pm

    What a sweet and precious day! I love reading engagement stories. 🙂

    • Kristine
      February 22, 2016 / 1:52 pm