May 18, 2016
I am engaged! Well, sort of. There were no grand gestures or sparkly rings. No flash mob like Justin Timberlake planned for Mila Kunis in “Friends with Benefits” or an outline of a dream house with candles like McDreamy and Meredith in “Grey’s Anatomy”. No fancy dinner and champagne flutes like any other Hollywood movie. In short, there was no ‘proper’ proposal for marriage.
My boyfriend didn’t ask me to get married and neither did I ask my boyfriend if he wanted to spend his life with me. After dating for several years and 30th birthday creeping up to me, marriage just felt like a natural course of action. And that is something my 16 year old self, starry-eyed with Hollywood rom-coms, would have absolutely abhorred as she believed in grand passions and grand gestures. And a diamond ring, of course!
After a quiet meet-the-parents and a mutual decisions between the families for a July wedding, I was engaged. Stunned at first and a little disappointed, I asked myself “Is THIS what I want?” But then my almost 30 year old self quietly replied “It is WHO you want.”Previous
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