The story

Of course, there’s always that story of how he proposed.  And it is a very good story.

I thought the proposal happened in Paris, January 7, 2014, while on board Roue de Paris.  We were taking in the view of the city; I still couldn’t believe I’m with him in PARIS.  Then he came close to me and simply said, “You know I am going to marry you, right? You have to know that.”  And I knew.

No questions, just a declaration of fact.

So all this time, I really thought that was it.  That was the proposal, just us two.

We spent a good amount of 2014 just envisioning how our wedding would pan out.  Around the last quarter of the year, I started scanning for suppliers and we started talking about telling my mom about our wedding plans when he visits for the holidays.

Then came the morning of January 2, 2015.

We had to move our annual get together to a later date because of my brother’s wedding.  It was Le Beau’s first get together so it really got me excited.  He said he was sleepless the night before, but it was a relief that his jet lag finally kicked in.

He was antsy the whole day, not to mention irritable.  Slightly jumpy too.  But of course I didn’t notice that at all. I attributed all his weirdness to his lack of sleep.  So the first thing I asked him to do was to take a power nap when we got to Antipolo.

He didn’t though, which made me more concerned.  Our get togethers last usually till the wee hours of the morning (even though we practically see each other monthly, yeah we still act as if we haven’t seen each other for a year).  So I just did my best to tend to him.  Got him house clothes.  Made his dinner plate.  Simply tended to him.

The time for gift giving finally came.  It was the kids’ favorite part of the night.  I was so surprised when Bianca called my name and said I have a gift from Le Beau.  I was beyond amazed; I couldn’t figure out how he found the time to get me a present.  All of his things are in my room, so I knew that gift wasn’t included in his luggage.

And then…

Completely out of nowhere.  Humbling.  Flattering.  Disarming.

All the words I would choose to describe him.

I do not know what it is that I did to deserve so much.  What I do know is this: there has not been a day when I stopped being thankful for everything.

I wish Tatay was here to see it.  He would have loved this the most.

So there you go, the engagement story.  I hope it was good to you just as it is to me.

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