One perfect rainy day at the
December 11, 2008 | As I dug through my closet to find
his favorite shirt of mine -- a white, trench-style,
button up shirt with a large stiff collar -- I thought
about what I was going to say and do first when I saw
him in the airport. Was I going to run and jump in his
arms, or casually walk to him and wrap my arms around
Eric graduated from college in the spring of 2007
and moved to Manassas, Va., to work for the summer.
It had been two months since I had seen my boyfriend
of four years, so I had to wear his favorite shirt.
My alarm buzzed promptly at 4 a.m. so I could get
ready for the Airport Shuttle to pick me up at 5 a.m.
and take me to Salt Lake International. I was so excited
I hardly slept at all that night. The shuttle picked
me up at 5 a.m. on the dot and drove me directly to
the airport for my long plane ride to Washington, D.C.
When I arrived at the airport to check-in, the lady
behind the counter informed me my flight had been cancelled.
The only thing they could do for me was to reschedule
my flight to where I would first fly to Las Vegas, then
to Atlanta, and then to D.C. I called Eric to let him
know that I wouldn't arrive until 10 p.m. so he could
cancel our plans for the day.
Immediately I was able to board my plane to head to
my destinations. It would definitely take a lot longer
to get to the final one because I had to switch planes
two times, but at least I was on my way.
On the plane, I tried to fall asleep, I consumed two
glasses of Chardonnay, but I still couldn't get rid
of the butterflies expanding in my stomach. The closer
I got to to seeing Eric, the more nervous I was. Shouldn't
I be more excited than nervous, I thought to myself.
The gravity was slightly lifting me out of my seat
as the plane proceeded to land. Finally, the moment
was here, now I was excited and couldn't wait to see
him. I got off the plane and quickly walked to pick
up my luggage and meet Eric. There he was, wearing his
grass-green Element shirt. It was like the movies; we
walked towards each other and embraced one another in
our arms as if he had never left. Everything was happening
in slow motion, but I was okay with that because this
moment seemed to last longer.
It was late, so we decided to go back to the hotel,
order room service, and get some rest because we had
a busy day the next day. We were going on a tour around
Washington D.C. to visit the different monuments and
When we awoke the next morning, the rain was really
pouring. We contemplated whether or not to go on the
tour, but decided to tough it out and go. We rode the
bus to the central station where we waited in line outside
in the rain to board our bus.
Eric was so mad that we weren't able to do this the
day before. "Yesterday was perfect." He kept saying.
I couldn't understand why he was so upset. We were together
and we would still have fun in the rain, maybe even
Sopping wet, we boarded the bus and set off to the
different memorials and monuments around the city. What
a spectacular place this was. There has been so much
history made in Washington D.C. that I was soaking up
as much of the city as I could. Eric, on the other hand,
was very fidgety and quiet.
It was getting dark, the rain had stopped, and we
had one last place to visit, the Lincoln Memorial. I
had seen pictures of it and had seen it in the movies,
but I never imagined how large and pure this place really
was. The feeling of respect and pride for our country
overwhelmed us as we awed over it. We had more time
to spend at this memorial and I could see why. There
were so many stairs to walk up, so many tourists, and
so much to take in.
After an hour, our bus was getting ready to leave,
so we decided it was time to walk back. We started walking
down the stairs and stopped to gaze at the spectacular
view of the Washington Monument straight in front of
us and the reflection of it in the reflecting pool.
This was truly an unforgettable moment. We sat down
on the stairs for a moment to breathe in the wet air
and mentally take a picture of this scene.
Eric was still very fidgety and nervous for some reason.
His mind was in some other place. We were about to get
up and walk down the rest of the stairs when Eric stood
up with his hands in his pockets. Sweating and trembling
he knelt down on one knee and said, "Kelly, I love you
so much and I want to spend the rest of my life with
you. Will you marry me?" He pulled a maroon box out
of his pocket and opened it. Inside was a perfect white
gold ring with an emerald cut diamond in the center.
"Yes, I will marry you." I said, tears welling in
my eyes, as he put the ring on my finger.
Naturally, we started kissing on the stairs of the
Lincoln Memorial while tourists passing us oblivious
to what had just happened. We rushed back to the bus
where everyone was patiently waiting for us to board.
As we walked on Eric yelled, "She said yes!" as he held
up my hand, showing our new friends the ring. Everyone
gave us a standing ovation before we headed back to
the central station.
July 27, 2007 was, so far, the best day of our lives,
with many more to come. We were getting married and
nothing could take us off this natural high we were
on, called cloud nine.