525,000 moments so dear
Jul. 11th, 2006 11:06 amYesterday was the most wonderful day of my life.
My day began when I opened my eyes to see Joe lying beside me. He had the great idea that I should stay over Sunday night, so we could spend all of Monday together, begining to end, as we celebrated our anniversary. So the first thing I saw when I awoke was him, lying next to me, which was wonderful.
We lounged around in bed a while, enjoying the feeling of being cuddled up next to each other, and then I dragged myself out of bed and into the shower to start the day. I watched a little TV while he got ready, and then we went downstairs, me to make something to eat, him to iron the shirt he was going to wear out. He ironed most of it before getting frustrated, so I took over for him and he left the room. But it was only a few moments before he came back and told me to stop ironing and go sit down at the table for a minute.
He looked so eager, so cute, so anxious and nervous, as he sat across from me, one hand behind his back, and with the other hand, he gave me my card. We had planned to do presents later, at night, but he just couldn't wait, he said. The card was sweet, very touching. And then, he said "Okay, now, here's the warranty for your diamond." And as he set that booklet on the table and handed me a little wrapped box, I panicked a little, even though the box wasn't the right size and shape for a ring. I was thinking, "no, he wouldn't, he knows not to do it this soon or on an occasion like this ... but if he did, what would I say? Why, yes, of course, just say yes."
My hands were shaking as I opened the box, and I thought I might be sick, I was so nerved up. And then I opened the lid... to reveal the most beautiful necklace ever. It's a heart made of diamonds, not too flashy but sparkly and beautiful. I was so overwhelmed, struck speechless by this most beautiful, extravagant gift, and I couldn't help just crying, not even knowing what to say, not able to say anything. It's the most overwhelmingly beautiful thing anyone's ever given me.
I cried, and he held me until I could get myself together, seeming very relieved that I liked it. Then, I gave him his presents, which he seemed to like. Not knowing what kind of present I should get him, I got him some of everything: a memory card for his GameCube for practical stuff, a copy of Brain Age for fun stuff, a bottle of a cologne he likes but would never buy for the unexpected and the sentimental gift, a scrapbook-y collage of photos from our first year together. He seemed to like everything, even though the collage wasn't perfect, I'm not really artistically talented -- he said he loved it, and he wants to hang it in his bedroom.
The day only got better from there. We left and went to Yaddo, the place where we had our first date one year before, and we walked around the gardens and reminisced. It was very nice, very romantic, as we sat on the same bench we'd sat on a year before, thinking back to how it was then, just starting out, the excitement of something so amazing and new. It's not exciting between us like that now, not the electric air of the new and different, but what we have now is better, stronger, a deeper love that bonds us closer every day.
And then, as if everything else wasn't already enough, Joe took me out for a romantic anniversary dinner at Longfellows. We'd never been, but it turned out to be a perfect choice. The place itself was just beautiful, restored barns with a lot of wood beams but classy, not woodsy, and the dining room we were in was very intimate, with the smell of fireplace wood lingering in the air. And the food! I had a dish of lobster and scallops and shrimp in a lobster cream sauce over puff pastry with mashed sweet potatoes. It was without a doubt the best meal I've ever eaten. And even beyond the food, it was just magical, a nice, intimate dinner with Joe. When we finished eating, we just sat there for a while, gazing into each other's eyes and smiling, even Joe was smiling, this beautiful, contented smile, as he told me he's a very lucky man and I look so pretty when I'm glowing, radiating with happiness like I was. It was just so wonderful, so perfect.
We went back home and spent the rest of the night just cuddling and watching TV, a low-key ending to the day as we finished our weekend together. I couldn't help but start crying again when the clock hit 1:30 a.m., the exact time when we first met up in front of my house and held each other, the moment when we began this journey together. I sat on his bed crying, and he laid beside me, listening to me go on about how much we've been through and how much I love him, wiping away my tears, as he always does.
It was the best day of my life. Joe says I say that a lot, and looking back over the past year, it's true, I have said that a lot. But it's always been true. Every day with Joe is even better than the last, and yesterday was such a wonderful, romantic, special day that it'll definitely stay as one of the best days of my life for a long time to come, locked in my memory.
My day began when I opened my eyes to see Joe lying beside me. He had the great idea that I should stay over Sunday night, so we could spend all of Monday together, begining to end, as we celebrated our anniversary. So the first thing I saw when I awoke was him, lying next to me, which was wonderful.
We lounged around in bed a while, enjoying the feeling of being cuddled up next to each other, and then I dragged myself out of bed and into the shower to start the day. I watched a little TV while he got ready, and then we went downstairs, me to make something to eat, him to iron the shirt he was going to wear out. He ironed most of it before getting frustrated, so I took over for him and he left the room. But it was only a few moments before he came back and told me to stop ironing and go sit down at the table for a minute.
He looked so eager, so cute, so anxious and nervous, as he sat across from me, one hand behind his back, and with the other hand, he gave me my card. We had planned to do presents later, at night, but he just couldn't wait, he said. The card was sweet, very touching. And then, he said "Okay, now, here's the warranty for your diamond." And as he set that booklet on the table and handed me a little wrapped box, I panicked a little, even though the box wasn't the right size and shape for a ring. I was thinking, "no, he wouldn't, he knows not to do it this soon or on an occasion like this ... but if he did, what would I say? Why, yes, of course, just say yes."
My hands were shaking as I opened the box, and I thought I might be sick, I was so nerved up. And then I opened the lid... to reveal the most beautiful necklace ever. It's a heart made of diamonds, not too flashy but sparkly and beautiful. I was so overwhelmed, struck speechless by this most beautiful, extravagant gift, and I couldn't help just crying, not even knowing what to say, not able to say anything. It's the most overwhelmingly beautiful thing anyone's ever given me.
I cried, and he held me until I could get myself together, seeming very relieved that I liked it. Then, I gave him his presents, which he seemed to like. Not knowing what kind of present I should get him, I got him some of everything: a memory card for his GameCube for practical stuff, a copy of Brain Age for fun stuff, a bottle of a cologne he likes but would never buy for the unexpected and the sentimental gift, a scrapbook-y collage of photos from our first year together. He seemed to like everything, even though the collage wasn't perfect, I'm not really artistically talented -- he said he loved it, and he wants to hang it in his bedroom.
The day only got better from there. We left and went to Yaddo, the place where we had our first date one year before, and we walked around the gardens and reminisced. It was very nice, very romantic, as we sat on the same bench we'd sat on a year before, thinking back to how it was then, just starting out, the excitement of something so amazing and new. It's not exciting between us like that now, not the electric air of the new and different, but what we have now is better, stronger, a deeper love that bonds us closer every day.
And then, as if everything else wasn't already enough, Joe took me out for a romantic anniversary dinner at Longfellows. We'd never been, but it turned out to be a perfect choice. The place itself was just beautiful, restored barns with a lot of wood beams but classy, not woodsy, and the dining room we were in was very intimate, with the smell of fireplace wood lingering in the air. And the food! I had a dish of lobster and scallops and shrimp in a lobster cream sauce over puff pastry with mashed sweet potatoes. It was without a doubt the best meal I've ever eaten. And even beyond the food, it was just magical, a nice, intimate dinner with Joe. When we finished eating, we just sat there for a while, gazing into each other's eyes and smiling, even Joe was smiling, this beautiful, contented smile, as he told me he's a very lucky man and I look so pretty when I'm glowing, radiating with happiness like I was. It was just so wonderful, so perfect.
We went back home and spent the rest of the night just cuddling and watching TV, a low-key ending to the day as we finished our weekend together. I couldn't help but start crying again when the clock hit 1:30 a.m., the exact time when we first met up in front of my house and held each other, the moment when we began this journey together. I sat on his bed crying, and he laid beside me, listening to me go on about how much we've been through and how much I love him, wiping away my tears, as he always does.
It was the best day of my life. Joe says I say that a lot, and looking back over the past year, it's true, I have said that a lot. But it's always been true. Every day with Joe is even better than the last, and yesterday was such a wonderful, romantic, special day that it'll definitely stay as one of the best days of my life for a long time to come, locked in my memory.
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