Hello from Miss 16thStreet
So where is the beginning, exactly? First I thought I'd start out by telling you the story of Mr. 16th's proposal. But then I realized, that's not exactly the beginning, is it? The beginning for us is, in fact, a bit hard to pinpoint. First date? First kiss? First mention of marriage? The moment we knew we'd spend our lives together?
How about the first time we set eyes on each other? That's about as close to the beginning as you can get, I'd say. Well, in typical DC fasion we met in law school. The first day of law school. Actually, the first day of orientation for law school! I can't say it was love at first sight - we were both in other relationships and just not expecting to meet the love of our lives. But over that first school year, it became clear that we were best friends. By the end of our second year, our relationships had both ended and it was clear we were much more than friends. We had a tough few months, figuring out how this could work and doing it all long distance since I spent the summer working in another city. When I got back to DC for our third year, though, things just fell into place. It was undeniable that we were in love and just plain good together.
By the end of our third year of law school we had a little apartment and a little dog. We spent that summer studying together every day and when fall came we were real, working, barred attorneys! It was natural for talk of engagement to follow, and it did. Mr. 16th even took a part-time job to save up for a ring (we're not the big money kinds of lawyers!). I knew it was coming, and even gave him my opinion on a few settings. Our timeline was spring, or maybe summer of 2009.
Patience is a virtue, and not one that we possess, so we were engaged January 4, 2009! Not exactly on our timeline, but here's how it happened. We were hanging out at home that night, cuddling and being goofy and talking about the future. Should we buy a house? Where are our careers headed? You know how the conversation goes. Suddenly, Mr. 16th looked at me and said, in the most sincere tone, "Just marry me." And without a second thought, I said "OK."
We looked at each other, a little bit stunned, and finally he asked, "Is this for real?" I was shaking a little when I answered "Yeah, it is." "Wait," he told me, "we have to do this right." With that, he jumped up and ran over to his dresser, where he proceeded to make me an engagement ring. He pulled me to my feet, dropped to one knee, and delivered a beautiful, eloquent proposal. Of course, neither of us really remembers what he said - but I do recall hearing that he loved me, wanted to spend his life with me, and that we would always be partners "in life, in love, and in the law." (Nerds!) When it was over we were laughing, crying, and shaking. And we were engaged. I had the ring and everything. My very own custom, handmade ring created on-the-spot from a Bazooka Joe wrapper and a piece of packing tape. Now that's romance!