I was convinced that Laird wasn’t close to proposing, and I knew that when he eventually did, I would see it coming. He has never been Mr. Romance (part of why I love him, actually) so I figured he’d suggest a nice dinner one night and I would know that this was it.
Wow, how wrong I was…
I was annoyed with him at the time because he had just become chief resident of his program and told me it wouldn’t require too much time. However, the first week passed with us hardly speaking or seeing each other. He told me later that he was a nervous wreck and was afraid he’d give it away, so he avoided me like the plague.
He had a work party Friday night that I was dreading because we hadn’t spent much alone time together and now I would be stuck all night with people I hardly knew. Needless to say, I was pouting! The party was hosted by a man with a beach condo, but the directions weren’t the best and we had difficulty finding it. He told me later that he did this to throw me off and time it right with the sunset. We finally arrived (with our bottle of wine in hand) and there was a note on the door saying "Come in, grab a drink, and meet us on the beach". We walked inside and music was playing, there was a bar on the deck, and food everywhere. There were even half full beer bottles on the bar so there was no doubt in my mind that we were at a party.
Laird said he needed to use the restroom so I went to the bar to make drinks. I even waved down to the beach because I thought I saw his friend, Bill. I watched the sun setting with our drinks in hand and noticed Laird still wasn’t back. Something made me turn around, and there he was on the balcony with a look in his eyes that I’ll never forget. I wasn’t sure what was about to happen but his eyes were teary and I knew it was serious. I almost couldn’t breathe. Before I knew it, he was down on his knees. I was in such shock and began crying so hard that I only remember bits and pieces of what he said, but it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. He took pictures of me with the sunset in the background, but unfortunately my mascara is running down my face and I’m a complete mess.
It turns out, of course, that there was no party that night. He had staged the whole thing. Never again will I say that Laird McMullen is not romantic. I was blown away and the whoe thing is still surreal.
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