On a Monday in November, Mike texted me while I was at work to ask if I wanted to go out for dinner. It was the week of Thanksgiving, so we were preparing to travel in a few days and I had some errands I wanted to run. When I resisted dinner plans, though, he insisted and we made arrangements to meet.
I assumed we’d go somewhere simple, perhaps our favorite Thai restaurant. But he had made reservations and, as we made our way toward the West Village, I tried to get him to tell me the name of the restaurant we were going to. No luck. Finally, we arrived at Olio e Piu, a cozy Italian spot lit almost solely by votives. We shared a salad and a delicious gnocchi dish. It was lovely.
And then we headed home. The night was over. At least I thought so. It was a Monday, after all. But once we got back to our apartment, Mike asked if I’d bundle up in some warmer clothing so we could go for a walk. “I’m having such a good night,” he said. “I don’t want it to end.”
Why not? Bundle up I did and we made our way back outside, meandering toward Grand Army Plaza. We stopped to look at the fountain and, eventually, approached the arch. Once we were beneath it, Mike started saying a lot of sweet stuff but, still, I thought nothing of it. It was a random Monday.
But then he dropped to one knee, pulled a ring box from his coat and asked me to marry him. Needless to say, I said yes. We are over the moon with excitement!
Photo credit to the lovely Kate Edwards, who we are thrilled to be working with.