I’d always thought about what getting engaged would feel like. Would it be completely overwhelming? totally shocking? incredibly romantic? bright and sunny?…or cloudy and gloomy with the rain pouring down from all angles? In the fairy-tales or in the movies, engagements always happen in big public places, or when someones about to fly off for a long time, or during a really epic moment with sweet music playing in the background. I always pictured mine to be sweet, charming, and elegantly romantic, the weather never came into the picture. So enough rambling right? right. Through all this cryptic information, the bottom line is I got engaged on Saturday, to someone who doesn’t mind taking a knee on a cold rainy day in October. Splendid.
Detail of events:
Saturday morning we had planned to participate in a 3 mile Alzheimer’s walk with some of Peter’s family to remember his grandmother and my grandfather. The walk was cold, rainy, but fun and ended with yummy pizza and cookies. Pete had convinced me earlier that we should go to this Mexican restaurant we love that night, and even thought it was rainy and gross and cold… I humored him bc deep down.. it’s hard for me to turn down queso and quesadillas. We’ll this is when the goofyness begins. We got dropped off at the apartment around 1… dinner is well…later… and normally Pete woulda hopped up the stairs and joined me for an afternoon of college football and couch living.. but instead…he had to scurry home and shower and get ready…uh huh. Whatever, I didn’t ask too many questions because it was cold and I wanted to get inside 
. So 4:30 comes and the phone call to report downstairs has arrived.. but Pete’s not sitting there in his shiny BMW like normal…he’s standing there with a cab…while his car sits on the street.. WHAT?!…I’m a trusting soul… so I get in…without too many ( less than 20 ) questions..
Driving through the city, we pass the kennedy center, so there goes the thought of a surprise show (dang it 
).. we start driving towards Massachusetts avenue, aka embassy row. It’s rainy…the embassy’s aren’t really open to the public…we have no car…the cab drops us off in frotn of the British Embassy… if I didn’t know him, I woulda thought this would be the end of me… bye bye world. But I humor him and let him lead me up and down the street a good 3 times… Him claiming that he is lost and can’t remember where we are going, but in reality he’s waiting for Kelly, Stoner, and Meghan ( photography Mafia) to show up so that they can capture some of the moment on film for those who couldn’t be there!
So I’m cold, my hair is now no longer bouncy with curls bc of the rain, and we are wandering aimlessly up and down Mass Ave. Finally he gets his “bearings straight” and suggest we go say hi to the Winston Churchill status next to the British Embassy. On the plaque it reads something about his one foot being in British soil and his other foot being in U.S. soil… IF you need a back story, I love all things British… and i mean ALL THINGS, bad teeth and mushy peas included. IF I could live anywhere in the world, London would be my hometown and I would commit the rest of my years to learning to speak in a British accent.. so just being next to big man WC makes me smile. Anyways, its still raining, I’m thinking he’s trying to kill more time, so I jump up next to WC on the platform to get a better look (apparently this was not spose to happen). Pete groans, laughs at me, then hops up on the platform next to me… starts getting all nervous and then before I know it….down he goes, onto one knee, fidgeting to pull the ring box with a big Union Jack flag outta his jacket and present me with a stunning and sparkling piece of bling that I now lovingly wear on my left hand.
Across the street a group of tourists cheered and applauded and took photos. Kelly popped out in a snazzy trench coat, camera on hand to snap a bunch of awkward jumping and soaking wet photos, but in the end…. the kid did good … I said “Yes”.
