The magic moment.
Despite not really using my livejournal anymore, I felt the need to write down the details of this night before I forgot them.
So on Friday, Max and I traveled to Newport to attend the Seafood & Wine Festival. Max had surprised me the week before with tickets for Valentines. After a week of exams and flying to CA and running errands I was excited for a break. I just wanted to relax and spend some quality time with Max.
We stopped at Max's parents house to drop off Odin and our stuff. Our first attempt at leaving for the festival turned around quickly when Max forgot our tickets. We got to the festival around 7:45. We parked far down the street and began walking to the tents, but had to stop when Max forgot our tickets again in the car- you would think he was preoccupied or something ;)
The festival was fun and full of rowdy 25-40 year old wine-os who'd yell out whenever someone accidentally dropped/smashed a wine glass. I'm not really big on wine but I found a couple that I liked- particularly a dessert wine made from marionberries. They had a raspberry one as well but I didn't like it quite as much. There were lots of tasty savory treats as well like crab melts, lobster gumbo, and beef jerky. Max bought me a bottle of the wine I liked and after getting our fill of the scene, we decided to find somewhere on the boardwalk where we could get a light dinner.
We ended up at the Rogue brewery (I was really craving fish n chips). We shared a basket of fish n chips, some of the best seafood cakes I've ever had, and a glass of their rogue rootbeer. After eating our fill, but not feeling quite ready to turn in for the night, we decided to drive around along Newport's coast.
The whole time we're driving I'm chatting away and making jokes and wondering why we aren't stopping because I think the spots we've driven by have beautiful views of the ocean. Finally Max pulls up to a spot with a gazebo and a small trail that leads to a park bench and over looks the beach. He suggests we go out and look at the ocean for a moment and before I can even reply hes out of the car. My apparently all-knowing aspect of my internal monologue suddenly speaks up and says "I wonder if he is about to propose." I don't answer that voice.
But that is the same voice that told me the first day I met him 5 and a half years ago that I was going to marry him. I had literally JUST met him. And I'm not a crazy person, I promise. This is not a thought I had ever had. The voice that told me sounded strange, like it was coming from someone deeper than just my usual internal monologue. I had just met him and was thinking to myself that he was funny and seemed kind and that I felt really comfortable around him even though I had only been around him for a few moments. I remember thinking to myself, I feel like he is going to be mean something in my life, like we are going to become close friends or something. And that voice interrupted and said "You're going to marry him." And I immediately thought to myself in reply that I was crazy and that I didn't know where that came from! But that was the same little voice I heard. Just this time, it wasn't as shocking. But in 3 and a half years, I've never had the feeling he was about to propose. But some part of me knew. The same part that recognized him as my other half at our first meeting.
I followed him out to the bench and sat down. I hadn't really put much more thought into if he was about to propose. I was just happy to be there and enjoying the smell and the roaring sound of the ocean. We sat there together for a moment watching the waves break. A storm had been raging for most of that day but the clouds were breaking up into wisps and the stars broke through on a deep blue velevety sky. The wind still blew cool gusts around us and the ocean was full of breaks. I remembered counting the cuts and telling Max there were over a dozen while he reflected on how perfect it was that the rain had stopped for our moment. As another gust blew I reached over and wrapped my arms around him, trying to slip my hands into his jacket pockets for warmth. I was a little surprised when he shifted and avoided me putting my hands too far on his opposite side. I registered that it was suspicious behavior and that voice said its because he has a ring in his pocket my conscious self still was just enjoying the moment and resisting going down the path of wild thoughts.
Then Max wrapped his arms around me and started talking and I forgot all about a possible proposal again. He told me that I was his best friend and that he felt so lucky to have me in his life wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. And then he stood up, and pulled a box out of his pocket. I heard myself ask "What's that?" as if I didn't know. He got down on one knee and said "Kelly Renee Hurst, will you marry me?"
Of course like an idiot, I just sat there with my hands over my mouth giggling hysterically that this was really happening. That I had been ignoring that little voice again and it was right. I finally pulled myself together long enough to answer "Of course! Yes!" and he slid the ring on my finger.
So on Friday, Max and I traveled to Newport to attend the Seafood & Wine Festival. Max had surprised me the week before with tickets for Valentines. After a week of exams and flying to CA and running errands I was excited for a break. I just wanted to relax and spend some quality time with Max.
We stopped at Max's parents house to drop off Odin and our stuff. Our first attempt at leaving for the festival turned around quickly when Max forgot our tickets. We got to the festival around 7:45. We parked far down the street and began walking to the tents, but had to stop when Max forgot our tickets again in the car- you would think he was preoccupied or something ;)
The festival was fun and full of rowdy 25-40 year old wine-os who'd yell out whenever someone accidentally dropped/smashed a wine glass. I'm not really big on wine but I found a couple that I liked- particularly a dessert wine made from marionberries. They had a raspberry one as well but I didn't like it quite as much. There were lots of tasty savory treats as well like crab melts, lobster gumbo, and beef jerky. Max bought me a bottle of the wine I liked and after getting our fill of the scene, we decided to find somewhere on the boardwalk where we could get a light dinner.
We ended up at the Rogue brewery (I was really craving fish n chips). We shared a basket of fish n chips, some of the best seafood cakes I've ever had, and a glass of their rogue rootbeer. After eating our fill, but not feeling quite ready to turn in for the night, we decided to drive around along Newport's coast.
The whole time we're driving I'm chatting away and making jokes and wondering why we aren't stopping because I think the spots we've driven by have beautiful views of the ocean. Finally Max pulls up to a spot with a gazebo and a small trail that leads to a park bench and over looks the beach. He suggests we go out and look at the ocean for a moment and before I can even reply hes out of the car. My apparently all-knowing aspect of my internal monologue suddenly speaks up and says "I wonder if he is about to propose." I don't answer that voice.
But that is the same voice that told me the first day I met him 5 and a half years ago that I was going to marry him. I had literally JUST met him. And I'm not a crazy person, I promise. This is not a thought I had ever had. The voice that told me sounded strange, like it was coming from someone deeper than just my usual internal monologue. I had just met him and was thinking to myself that he was funny and seemed kind and that I felt really comfortable around him even though I had only been around him for a few moments. I remember thinking to myself, I feel like he is going to be mean something in my life, like we are going to become close friends or something. And that voice interrupted and said "You're going to marry him." And I immediately thought to myself in reply that I was crazy and that I didn't know where that came from! But that was the same little voice I heard. Just this time, it wasn't as shocking. But in 3 and a half years, I've never had the feeling he was about to propose. But some part of me knew. The same part that recognized him as my other half at our first meeting.
I followed him out to the bench and sat down. I hadn't really put much more thought into if he was about to propose. I was just happy to be there and enjoying the smell and the roaring sound of the ocean. We sat there together for a moment watching the waves break. A storm had been raging for most of that day but the clouds were breaking up into wisps and the stars broke through on a deep blue velevety sky. The wind still blew cool gusts around us and the ocean was full of breaks. I remembered counting the cuts and telling Max there were over a dozen while he reflected on how perfect it was that the rain had stopped for our moment. As another gust blew I reached over and wrapped my arms around him, trying to slip my hands into his jacket pockets for warmth. I was a little surprised when he shifted and avoided me putting my hands too far on his opposite side. I registered that it was suspicious behavior and that voice said its because he has a ring in his pocket my conscious self still was just enjoying the moment and resisting going down the path of wild thoughts.
Then Max wrapped his arms around me and started talking and I forgot all about a possible proposal again. He told me that I was his best friend and that he felt so lucky to have me in his life wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. And then he stood up, and pulled a box out of his pocket. I heard myself ask "What's that?" as if I didn't know. He got down on one knee and said "Kelly Renee Hurst, will you marry me?"
Of course like an idiot, I just sat there with my hands over my mouth giggling hysterically that this was really happening. That I had been ignoring that little voice again and it was right. I finally pulled myself together long enough to answer "Of course! Yes!" and he slid the ring on my finger.