I’ve rewritten this post more times than I care to admit. How do I explain the most amazing day of my life and stay true to my non-mushy policy? Decisions, decisions. I met Travis in NYC for the most amazing week of my life and a week later I type this post with a shiny ring on my left hand. It’s quite beautiful, to be honest.
Our week was filled with a trip to Letterman, drinks at Irish Pubs, afternoon plays, Italian dinners, late night movies, a visit to Dave and Busters (yes, really), a Band of Horses concert, Times Square and much, much more. We were there for a week after all.
After this week I’m certain my name is listed in Webster’s after “spoiled.” With the loveliest of trips coming to an end, the most important day went as follows:
After a rainy week in New York, the sun finally broke through the clouds on my birthday. I took extra time getting ready while texting my friends as I applied extra coats of mascara. A girl must look good on her 26th birthday, obviously.
We left the Essex House and our room overlooking Central Park South and began our day with a trip to the Empire State Building, Starbucks Caramel Apple Spice in hand. Tremendously afraid of heights, I held my breath as we made our way to the top. The view was spectacular. Had the weather cooperated, we would have made a trip earlier in the week.
We made our way to the subway. My metro card failed miserably and Travis showed signs of frustration (looking back, this makes sense … time sensitive the day was). It was all meant to be because we were then able to see the library, which happens to be where one of my favorite scenes of Breakfast at Tiffany’s was filmed.
This may come as a shock to some; however, it must be said that I’m not a huge fan of shopping. As we made our way down Fifth Avenue I did find joy in the window displays. The holiday season in one of the most amazing cities in the world does not lack in creativity.
Tiffany’s. We made our way through Tiffany’s heading straight to the third floor where there would be something I could covet, for sure. After meandering through a few floors, Travis suggested we ask someone for recommendations for dinner reservations. Annoyed (I mean, c’mon – there is food everywhere in NYC, must we ask for recommendations?), I followed him to customer service and smiled as he skipped the dining inquisition and instead stated, “Pick up for Haney.”
Uhm, excuse me? Pick up?
“Happy birthday,” he said.
Yes, ladies. He’d been on my Pinterest board. Happy birthday, indeed. If you’ve ever seen “David after Denist,” then you will understand exactly how I felt throughout our entire trip to NYC. “Is this real life?”
We left Tiffany’s, inching closer to Central Park with each step when we spotted the Wafel and Dinges truck. We spotted this truck five days earlier and vowed the next time we saw it to channel our inner fat kids.
Travis: Maybe you should get the plain waffle.
Me: No way! It’s my birthday! (Gets the de Throwdown wafel, which is described as the legendary and glorious victor of the battle with the Great Flay with spekuloos spread and wipped cream.)
Travis: (Shakes head and laughs.)
We walked to Central Park and found ourselves seated atop a rock overlooking a couple feeding ducks at the pond, the Gapstow Bridge, and children ice skating. Perfection.
Travis suggested we take a picture. I hopped on this suggestion knowing we’d only taken three pictures the entire week. While Travis flagged down a couple who spoke minimal English, I hurriedly moved our waffles and bags out of the way and tried my best to get the powdered sugar off my coat. Hindsight, I just made the powdered sugar worse.
I sighed knowing I would just Photoshop any incriminating evidence of my fat kid birthday party out of our pictures and smiled.
The rest happened so fast. He was down on one knee.
Inner dialogue: “Oh my goodness. THIS is happening. Right now. Oh. My goodness. (!!!!) Brooke, listen to what he’s saying! I’m covered in powdered sugar!!”
To the people who asked “what did you/she say?” – silly people. Did you think I was calling you to say I said no?
Travis is wonderful. He’s everything I never thought I’d ever find or needed. He allows me to be ridiculous and supports my ideas — like solving problems with ‘rock, paper, scissors’ for example. Kidding, sort of.
He’s hilarious, has an incredible (fake) Irish accent and is the most loving and caring person I’ve ever met.
I am one lucky girl. (Whoops. There it was. I’ve gone sappy, y’all.)
It had been 285 days since I first met Travis — nine months, 10 days since I thought to myself, “this guy is completely out of my league.”
While on one knee Travis said, “I waited my whole life for you and I’m ready to spend the rest of my life with you.”
In related news, I’m teaming up with Quinn Sharp. We’re starting clinics on how to out kick your coverage.
Thank you for all the well wishes. We appreciate all of you. You guys are fabulous.