Danielle and Ron | Central Park Proposal
How we met: Picture a crowded bookstore on a rainy Seattle Sunday. I was in the cafe reading when I happened to notice a very cute boy sitting at the table next to me. Like most cafes in Seattle, this one had art hanging on the walls. Directly above me was a pair of blue jeans splattered with paint and, next to them, a label that read: the artist’s jeans. Pretentious, right?
Anyway, thinking I’m being clever, I lean over the very cute boy and say, “Do you think the artist actually wore those while he painted? Or do you think he just splattered a pair of jeans with paint, framed them, and called it a day?”
Well, the boy (who was Ron in case you haven’t figured it out) looked up from his sketchbook, examined the jeans, and said, “That’s how my jeans look when I paint.”
How he asked: Four years later the boy is still cute and I still live with my foot perpetually in my mouth. It’s a bitterly cold day in New York City and he asks me if I want to take a carriage ride through Central Park. Like most self-respecting New Yorkers (even new transplants like us) I scoff and say, “Are you freaking kidding me?”
But he insists. So there we are, in the carriage, in the park. By the time we stop at Bethesda Fountain, my feet are frozen and I am cranky.
“What are we doing?” I say. “Why are we stopping?”
“I want to show you something,” he explains.
Now, I get whiny. “But I’m cold.”
Friends, maybe by now you notice that I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed. He leads me down the stairs (and, yes, I’m complaining the entire way) and suddenly I notice that all of our friends and family are lined up right in front of the fountain. I barely have time to register this when the music starts and they break into choreographed dance moves. You read that right. The song is “A Whole New World,” from Aladdin and my friends are actually dancing and singing along. Guys, if you’re reading this, I’m still so impressed.
The boy drops down to one knee. I say yes. Before I know it a ring is on my finger and I’m holding flowers and we’re all hugging.
Thank God for Mikkel’s fantastic photos or I wouldn’t remember any of it.
Photography by the fabulous New York Photographer, Mikkel Paige.
The Bride-To-Be, Danielle, is a talented New York Writer.