When the clock struck midnight on January 1, 2014, Michael had told me that it would be the year when he will ask me to marry him. Since it was pretty late at night and we had been drinking our fill of champagne and prosecco, I didn't really take it to heart. As months passed, I admit- I forgot about it, until September came around when he started asking about my Pinterest account information.
In September, we had brunch with my sisters and he found the time to sneak into the jewelers (with Grace and Claire in tow) while I shopped in a nearby store. Neither of my sisters spilled the beans by the way.
At this point, I had a small hunch that perhaps he was actually sober during NYE and meant it. My inkling was confirmed when he had told me to "keep all Saturdays in December open" because he wanted to do something for my birthday. I assumed that he planned to propose the weekend following my birthday but to my surprise, he did it on 12/13/14.
On December 13, we did what we usually do on any given Saturday: have brunch and find ourselves in random places. We had brunch at Freeman's (a restaurant I have wanting to go to for over a year), he bought me a box of macarons from Laduree in Soho (my favorite place to get macarons) and then we went to The Highline (one of my favorite spaces).
He was very insistent on me finding a very specific spot (my favorite spot) where the Empire State Building, Chrysler Building and New Yorker building can be seen. We walked the entire park and I really could not find the view- construction had blocked it. As we passed by a giant brick wall covered in street art, he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him.
As this was happening, Lauren (the photographer who Michael hired for the occasion) came out of nowhere and begun to snap photos. This caused for a crowd of people to gather around us and cheer us on.