a wife

We did things backwords, C and I.

We planned and booked a date for the wedding.
We booked the caterer.
We found my dress and arranged for flowers and make up.

All before he "officially" proposed.

We were young and in a rush. Come December, Christmas to be exact, he got down on one knee.

We planned a trip to NYC to see the big tree at Rockefeller Center.
We had a wonderful dinner. I don't remember the name. But I remember the whole restaurant was most Jewish people. I remember thinking C and I are probably the only non Jewish person to be eating out on Christmas day!
We went around the tree. I was waiting for it. Nothing came.
Mildly disappointed. But we're getting married all the same. It didn't matter.

We got back to my parents' house. I put the key in the lock. I was about to enter the house when I turned around and there he was. On one knee. On the stairs. Right outside my parents' house. He was so shaky and nervous it was so sweet. It was the same facial expression when he asked me to be his girlfriend. I kept telling him to get up. I was nervous too. Then he finally asked me. And of course, I said yes. I cried. A little.

It's funny how we already had a date. We already made a promise to each other. But when the time actually came for the ring, it was a nervewracking experience.

Since then, I haven't seen C's nervous face again.
Oh, to relive that day just one more time...