If You Like It Then You Shoulda Put A Ring On It! (So He Did)

 On Friday the 13th, the eve of our four year anniversary, the love of my life, Eric Lo proposed to me.


Said love of life, Eric Lo.

We’d made reservations at The Tree Room (if you haven’t been, I seriously recommend) and had a deliriously delicious dinner. We shared an appetizer, soup, and then ordered our own entrees. Eric had the Alaskan Cod and I the Pepper Steak. Both were absolutely divine! The dinner was long, slow, and dreamy. Jane Fonda and Robert Redford watched over us from their perch in a black and white picture. So basically, it was perfect.

The Tree Room

After Dinner we exited to the parking lot. It was freezing and I was only in my dress, so naturally I asked Eric for his jacket.

“No,” he said simply.

“What?” I asked stunned. “Stop being silly, give me your jacket.”

Eric shook his head and started to put on his jacket.

“What are you doing? It’s freezing outside and you have a long sleeved shirt on.”
Eric shrugged. “You should have brought a jacket.”

He held my arms to keep me warm on the way to our car, but still I was pretty outraged. I mean, what the hell? Why wouldn’t he just give me he jacket? Why was he being suck a jerk?

Halfway to our car Eric stopped.

“What are you doing? It’s cold and since someone wouldn’t give me their jacket…”

Eric pulled out the ring (from his jacket).

The Ring.

I screamed. And then I slapped his body. Because that’s what you do when you’re surprised and excited. Eric asked me to marry him and immediately I said yes. The amount of emotions that rushed through me was nearly indescribable.

Eric and I had been talking about marriage for months, but I realized in that moment I never actually thought it would happen. I’d grown up sick, really sick, and even with Eric I had still been sick. Recently, I started to get healthier and was able to actually imagine a life. Like, a real, human life with marriage and babies and a career and a headstone that said more than my name.

Still, when the ring was on my finger it felt like a dream. It didn’t feel real. Had I actually graduated from the sick girl in the basement who could only dream of having someone to love, to actually having it? Forever?


Obligatory hand holding pic.



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