Today marks the 9 year anniversary of when Robert asked me to marry him. 9 years. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was living in Georgetown at the time in this cute little brownstone building. I had a tiny one bedroom apartment in there and lived by myself. It was a fun time in my life. I’d been working for Tiffany & Co. for a few months (**dream job**) and was getting ready to head to NYC on the train the next day for a big meeting and introduction to the ins and outs of the company. Robert planned to come over that night and we were going to make dinner and hang in together before I left for my trip the next morning. He knocked on the door to my apartment and when I answered the door there he was, on one knee holding a beautiful ring. I couldn’t believe it. I immediately got on my knees too and started crying and hugging and kissing him right there in the doorway. He told me he loved me so much and that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me and asked if I would marry him. I was so happy I couldn’t even speak. I cried and hugged and kissed him and he finally asked me if that was a yes! A few weeks earlier he had asked my dad for his blessing and my dad was ecstatic and gave Robert a bottle of Dom Perignon for us to open after we got engaged. We sat in my tiny apartment and drank the whole bottle of champagne before calling our parents, siblings and close friends to share the news. I remember getting on the train the next morning and just staring at my left hand in amazed gratitude. I was going to be spending the rest of my life with this incredible man. My best friend. Back then I would look at him and always know that no matter what came our way everything would be ok … because we had each other. Now, 9 years later, my love for him has expanded in every way imaginable. Dreams have come true that I never would have dared to conjure up in my heart. He is my true love and I am so grateful for him and for the beautiful family that we have.
On another note, for the first time in I don’t know how long, I went to the doctor today and was told that I did not gain any weight since the last time I was there. Sure that was only a week ago, but it made me happy nonetheless. My appointment was otherwise pretty uneventful. No signs of labor just yet and I will go back one week from today to check in again. My son was a week early so there is this teensy part of me that is hoping I will have similar luck with my delivery date this time around, but I’m trying not to think about it too much. My baby will come when he/she is good and ready! I am super excited. I can’t wait to meet this little one.
