After a week without blogging, I almost don’t know where to begin. I’m actually a bit surprised that my hands haven’t started trembling due to withdrawals. In my defense, it has been a busy few days, with trips to the beach and New York, decorating for Christmas, time with family and friends, and, drum roll please, an engagement! I always save the best for last.
As mentioned last week, Danny Stevie planned an unexpected getaway to my favorite resort before we headed out to the East Coast for Thanksgiving. We left work early, avoided rush hour, busted out some holiday jams, and managed to make it to Galveston before sunset.
We had plans for dinner at Landry’s Seafood and were coincidentally seated in the same booth as we sat in during our getaway last year. Dinner consisted of drinks, appetizers, salad, garlic bread, and entrees galore, with dessert to go. I’ve never been one to turn down chocolate. Fit to burst does not even begin to describe how full we were walking back to the hotel.
Once back to our room, Dan suggested that we take a walk by the beach. I agreed, abiding that I could change into my sweatpants.
First things first. We changed, dodged some traffic, and made it down the stairs to the sand without falling on the unlit steps-miraculously. Dan led me out onto a jetty and launched into the most important speech that neither of us will ever entirely remember.
I do, however, recall saying yes before he could finish proposing. That, and encouraging him not to take the ring out of the box above the rocks on the ocean. Our subsequent walk on the beach, along with our celebratory conversations with the people we love, combined to make for the best night of my life.
You make me happier than I ever thought I could be and if you let me I will spend the rest of my life trying to make you feel the same way.