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Featured Entry #4 from our Proposal Story Contest

Danielle Hendrick

The back story here is relevant and almost unbelievable, but a true story. …Our relationship started out in a way that no other has…or that we’ve (or even Paul Tacorian of Tacori Jewelry) has ever heard of; and he knows relationships!  We had known each other for years prior to dating, but only as casual friends.  Over the years, we had lost touch until we ran into each other at a concert.  After talking on the phone, Facebook-ing, and texting almost non-stop, we went out again a couple weeks later (to that same bar we reconnected at) and ended up with a “court”-ship we’d never have imagined.  I don’t want to spill too many details, but let’s just say that our first “photos” weren’t exactly album worthy. Yes, we’d like to thank a certain unnamed PD for their part in our future civil union…  -From that moment on, we knew we were inseparable, even though we weren’t handcuffed together~

We both went to D. Geller & Son to pick out the ring.  He knew that I wanted a vintage/antique style ring, but we figured, if I’m only getting one of these for the rest of my life, I’d better love it.  Consequently, we both had picked out the same ring!  Of course, I could not have the ring immediately.  He even made me go outside so I wouldn’t know what level of the house the ring was on when he hid it.  Cruel, right?  Every once in a while, I’d get to look at it and admire its beauty, but not get to wear it.  I came home from work one day to find a ring box on the bed with a note by it.  I was excited; then, I realized that the ring box was black, not blue…  I knew it wasn’t the engagement ring, but was curious.  The note was a poem written about how since I could not have the ring for my left hand it was only fair for me to have one for my right.  It was signed, “The Evil Karat Dangler”! That ring is beautiful as well :o)

Fast forward to the proposal ~October 15th, 2011~ There are two things that make Evan smile more than anything ; well, three now ;o) ~but, they are:  the city of San Francisco, and the band, Journey.  I had never been to the west coast or to a Journey show, so when Evan saw that they were playing in SF, he promptly booked us on a flight to the City by the Bay with two 3rd row tickets to the show! We stayed at the elegant Fairmont Heritage Place, right in Ghirardelli Square (Whoops!  One more thing that makes him smile, Ghirardelli Chocolate – the collection around the house is becoming problematic). 

From the second we got there, I thought it was the most beautiful place I had ever been.  I was perfectly content with the awesome view, rich food, and amazing company; but little did I know, there was one more surprise up ahead.  The next morning, we rented bikes and headed toward the massive golden beast that, without fail, makes you want to sing the Full House theme song upon site.  Boy, was I out of shape…Evan, who had just had hip replacement surgery 6 weeks before our trip, was smoking me! 

In the midst of our stopping every 5 minutes to take pictures of the scenery, it took us over 2 hours to even get up to the bridge.  What did I care?  I was on vacation…No worries or a care in the world.  I was just soaking it all in.  Once on the bridge, Evan said, “Let’s stop here.”  I, and my quads-on-fire, happily obliged.  Evan had me look over the edge and frame up some shots of sailboats and the Marin Headlands.  I snapped a few pictures before he said, “Ok, that’s probably good.”  I turned around to my left, only to see him down on one knee.  I was speechless!  He was staring at me with a look in his eyes that I will never forget, and said very quickly, and like he had practiced it in front of the mirror many times, “Will you marry me?”  

For a moment, I forgot we were on a bridge: with wind blowing in our hair, car horns beeping and bicycles whizzing by.  For just a moment, everything stopped, and we were the only ones there.  Sounds were muffled, except for a lone seagull in the distance -all light was focused on him.  It was like a montage scene from a movie with different clips from different camera angles and everyone was watching our story of joy, -feeling like they were a part of our magic moment.    Of course, as I type this story today, I said, “YES!” only to be immediately followed by slight applause of some onlookers nearby, seeming like they didn’t really know what to do.  Do they come up to us offering congratulations; do they just smile and say, Awww?  It was absolutely perfect.  -Every detail of it!  It made sense why in the weeks leading up to our trip I’d always catch him looking at me all funny and whimsical-like. 

Now, don’t let him fool you.  When he tells the story, he will say that he proposed in the “middle” of the Golden Gate Bridge…it was really in the first third of the bridge.  He was much too excited to wait until the middle.  I think he was relieved that the plans he’d had for months were not foiled.  I very easily could have gone through the luggage and found the ring.  How he got it from the hotel to the bridge without me seeing, I’ll never know, but I’m glad it happened the way it did.  I’m glad our relationship started the way it did.  Our story was intense from the beginning and every chapter we write from here on out will have an equal, if not greater amount of passion and love.  There is so much character and integrity between the two of us; it’s built an undying strength to last a lifetime.

 

 

 

 

 

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