Nov 12, 2011

I’ve been in love with love, and the idea of something binding us together; you know that love is strong enough. I’ve seen time tell tales about that systematic drug, yeah that heart that beats as one; it’s collectively unconsciously composed. --San Francisco; The Mowgli's

"Veux-tu m'épouser."

'Will you Marry me?'

On July 27, 2010 Patrick took me to Nantucket, MA. The plan was to spend the day at the beach and walk the shops; instead our first stop was to a local shop so I could buy a sweater.

We walked the town exploring side streets and neighborhoods for hours. I was tired, cranky, and my feet were sore. Eight miles later Patrick finally stopped at a clearing by the water where we layed on our towels in the grass by the sand.

I closed my eyes Patrick said, "let’s practice our French." He began counting and practicing simple phrases while I continued to lay with my eyes closed absentmindedly listening to him practice.

I heard, "veux-tu m'épouser." 

Confused, but thinking nothing of it I asked him to repeat it, "veux-tu m'épouser," he said again.

"Huh?" I said sitting up even more confused.

That's when I saw him with a tiny deep blue box in his hand when I finally translated for me, "Will you marry me?" 

(21) Comments

Aw, perfect proposal!!

I love that

I love that story!! So super sweet!

What a cute story!!