Kristen Said Yes

Kristen wanted to head over to the park to take some photos of "our spot" and to get some nice shots of her ring in the sun.

Since our softball game was canceled for no good reason at all, we decided to head over to the river around 2.

We picked up a notebook to work on our guest list (we're trying to be proactive with the wedding planning, but honestly, neither one of us has a clue).

As we got closer to the park, we noticed there were a ton of motorcycles flying around us. That's when I remembered that today was the March of Dimes Bikers for Babies event.

And they were having it in OUR SPOT!

We ran into one of my co-workers and hung out with her husband and some guy named Dee Snider for a couple of minutes.

Yeah, Dee Snider.

I know, you didn't realized that's how I roll.

Kristen wanted to head over to our area and squeaked out the greatest "fake angry line" ever; "There's a Biker in our spot!"

We eventually headed over to the spot where I proposed and eventually we got a lesson in "high and low tides".

Our spot was now underwater, as the high tide had come in and fully submerged the spot where I proposed to Kristen.

Stupid moon.

We took a couple of photos around the area and then I went to work as Mr. Photographerman, snapping away at Kristen's hand.

She'd make a good hand model.

Big day for grilling; weather is finally starting to turn around.

We went to get the ring re-sized this morning, turns out my diabolical plan to secretly find out Kristen's ring size was a bit off, and the ring happened to be one size too big.

We went over Bourghol Bros because Kristen's mom said the place was very reputable. They were nothing short of wonderful folks and fixed the ring in a little over 25 minutes.

Kristen's hand started shaking again when she went to put the ring back on, so its day four and she's still excited.

Her co-worker was having a birthday party, so we went there to show off the ring, err...celebrate the birthday.

Later on, we stopped by Kristen's brother's girlfriend's house for some more bbq, pool pong, and the great rum laced watermelon toss.

I asked John to be apart of my "starting rotation" and he said that he's in.

Looks like I've got my groomsmen all set, how about you slacker?

John and Shannon later made a really nice toast, but I don't think Kristen heard it because she was a bit busy taking photos of her ring.

Today marks a big day in my life, I asked my beautiful/wonderful/smart/cute/awesome girlfriend to marry me, and thank the gods, she said yes.

This is the first entry in what will be a (hopefully) many entries detailing our past, current, and future lives together.

Back to the story.

I called Kristen at work and asked her if she was interested in going out for ice cream (Hoyer's) and then heading down to the river (Haverstraw Bay Park).

The park happens to be one of our favorite places, as we used to meet up for lunch during the past few summers when she was finishing up her Masters degree and I was fortunate enough to be working half days on Fridays.

It had rained all day/week/month so there weren't too many people hanging around the park (good thing, I was nervous). The weather had cleared up a bit and it was getting a little warmer. The sun started to set in behind us.

Kristen is a big fan of three things; water, ice cream, and being outside.

Check. Check. Check.

We found a spot right next to the river and decided this would be a good spot to eat the ice cream.

The ring was burning a hole in my pocket.

After blabbing some story about how difficult her last name was to spell, and that "Lima" was a lot easier, I got down on one knee, almost falling into the river and asked her the big question.

She said yes.