The is only one time in a person's life where they ask someone to marry them and it is something that they have never done before.
My big moment was yesterday. Yesterday was our six year anniversary, so it seemed like a good time. Truth be told, it was way past time. I should have asked the question a couple of years ago when we were in Venice. Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda.
We started the evening off with dinner at Fratelli's, in the Pearl District. It was a wonderful as always. Both Courtney and I are big fans of authentic Italian cuisine. Good Italian cuisine. Fratelli's is the best in Portland, and probably the best outside of Italy itself. The portions are much smaller than American portions, where people seem to mistake more for better. Yet, we were still full. It was nice not to be stuffed.
after dinner, we went for a walk in the unseasonably warm Febraury night. We walked around the neighborhood, finding our way to Tanner Springs Park and eventually to Jamison Square. It was there in the moonlight that I got down on one knee and asked the love of my life to marry me. Was it a surprise to her? After six years together, I'm not sure I could surprise Courtney. This was something expected for years, so perhaps the timing was unexpected, but not the question.
I'm happy to report that she said, "yes".
