We left our apartment on January 28th to go down to Madison, CT, where Patrick’s family lives. We were headed there to celebrate Patrick’s mother’s birthday and to see his family. We arrived that evening accompanied by a light flurry of snow. After a wonderful cup of hot chocolate and some happy conversation, we drifted up to bed. We woke up the next day to a bright, beautiful morning. We passed the afternoon, and had a wonderful, relaxed brunch prepared by Patrick and his father. Afterwards, Patrick’s mother asked me to join her in getting her nails done. I thought it would be a really nice way for her to relax on her birthday, and love getting my nails done so of course, I agreed! It was a nice, relaxing visit to the salon. With fresh manicures and a wonderful massage, we headed back. Patrick had made a reservation for us for 6:30, so I was just able to slip on my dress and brush my hair and head out. We were going to our favorite spot; Narragansett beach, RI. We got out at the Coast Guard House, a lovely restaurant, right on the beach. Over a delicious diner, Patrick and I shared memories of our beginnings, and a decadent bottle of cabernet sauvignon. We both shed a few happy tears, and felt immensely grateful to have found each other in such a beautiful place. Narragansett beach is where our relationship bloomed; it is a very special place to us. We would go there to talk for hours walking along the beach. It has always been *our* spot. We had planned on a stroll on the beach, no matter what the weather, so I slipped out of my heels and into some boots. All bundled up, we took each other’s arm and set off. Climbing down the stone wall, Patrick helped me down onto the sand. We walked hand in hand, gazing at the stars and listening to the rolling waves. When Patrick suggested we head back to the car, I was a little saddened; I just didn’t want the night to be over. He then pointed off along the shore to what looked like a plastic bag on the beach. He asked me what I thought it was. “It looks like garbage or something” I said. We went over to see what it was, and I knelt to pick it up…and it was a bouquet of beautiful blue roses! I turned and Patrick was down on his knee. He said: “Micah, you are my beginning and my end, my sunrise and my sunset, and you are music. Will you marry me?” He held up an ivory box with my beautiful ring sparkling inside! “YES!” I shouted through tears, my heart racing. I flung myself into his arms and we laughed and cried together. More surprises! Patrick’s best friends Devin, Andrew and Doug had been hiding out there waiting. They had placed the flowers and Devin was able to capture the moment on film! They told me the girls were waiting for us, and we were not going home that night! We were staying at the Tower House; a beautiful Bed & Breakfast nearby. When we got there, the girls were waiting with champagne and yummy treats! It was the best night of my life. Patrick and I were surrounded by our friends to share our first night as a betrothed couple! I couldn’t have asked for a more romantic night. It is a night that I will treasure always. And now, I get to marry my best friend in the whole world!
P.S. That place in the background...is where we're getting married!!!!!