Getting hitched!

After 3 years (and approximately 25 days), Adam proposed! He tried so hard to surprise me, and I tried so hard to let myself be surprised, but given my inherently suspicious nature, I made it very difficult for both of us.

He had been in Seattle the weekend before, so we hadn't seen each other for a few days. Monday morning was my day off, and before Adam left for work, he asked if I wanted to meet him for dinner. My suspicions were immeditately aroused, as Adam never asks me to go to dinner. I usually have to drag him kicking and screaming on anything resembling a date. To his credit, he always claims my cooking is so much better than anything we could get in a restaurant, so why should we go out? As the day progressed, I went about my errands. I was taking our recycling to the appropriate drop off site (can you believe we don't have curbside recycling? And given that it was ingrained upon us in Seattle to recycle anything and everything, we collect our recyclables in the garage for periodic trips to the recyling drop-off sites). I went to put something int he back seat, and found a bag with some of Adam's clothes in in. Since I had picked him up at the airport the night before, I initially thought he had just left it in my car last night. But that didn't make sense, why would he be carrying a change of clothes in an Ann Taylor bag? When I got home later that afternoon, I IM'd him, asking why his clothes were in my car. His reply: "I don't know what you are talking about." Now I knew he was up to something, but still didn't know what. But I decided to let him have his surprise, and I stopped asking questions.

That evening I met him at work, and we walked to a very nice seafood restaurant down the street: The Fishery. It was a very nice dinner, and afterwards we went for a walk along the beach taking in the sunset:

We continued onto a pier, where there is a hotel out over the water. As we were walking, Adam was telling me of his new plan: to be more romantic. As he told it, he had realized that he would never be able to do anything romantic without arousing my suspicions that he will be proposing. He had decided to be more romantic in order to catch me off gaurd when he did finally propose. It seemed reasonable to me, and at that point I decided whatever he was up to, he wasn't planning on proposing that night. We were walking back up the pier towards the car, when Adam turned towards one of the hotel cottages. "Where are you going?" I asked, "you can't in there!" as he walked through the gate marked "PRIVATE." "Yes we can," he said. "We are staying here tonight." I reacted in a way that I'm sure Adam was not expecting (or was expecting I guess, given my dislike of surprises): "What are you talking about? I can't stay here! I need to be at work at 7am!" Eventually however, he was able to convince me to stay.

As I looked around our cottage I saw a small box sitting on the bed. I opened it, and found the perfect ring:

Adam asked, I said yes, and there you have it. We're getting married!