After overhearing my friends from school and I talking about marriage during my college graduation party, my boyfriend of nearly six years, Matt, took me aside and asked if I was mad at him. I was a little confused and answered, "No, why would I be mad at you?" He explained to me that he knew I wanted to get married, but we just couldn't afford a ring right now, and that if he had the money he would surely buy me a ring. I told him that of course I understood this, and when the time was right and we could afford more that we would buy one.
Two days later we departed for a well deserved cruise to the Caribbean with just the two of us. The first night went by and we were having a wonderful time. The second night was the formal dinner night where everyone had to dress up. If you've never been on a cruise, you should know that there are numerous stations set up for professional photographers to take your pictures. Me being the artsy girl that I am, I was sure to stop at every single one and take pictures showing how truly adorable we are. I could see that Matt didn't want to stand in the longest line where there was a gorgeous setup in front of the staircase, but being the considerate person he is, he stood in line with me for more than twenty minutes. He made friends with the lady behind us and asked if she could use our camera to take pictures when it was our turn. I thought this was a little ridiculous because you could just buy the pictures the photographer would take, but decided it wasn't worth arguing over.
When it came to our time, we were told to stand in a few different poses for the pictures. When the photographer told us we were done, Matt told him, "No, one more." The photographer, a little stunned, turned to look at the long line he had waiting behind him, telling Matt once more that we were done.
Then, Matt grabbed the lady's hand with our camera and asked her to take the picture. He turned around, got down on one knee, and told me how much he loved me and how long he had wanted to do this. He then opened a small red box and asked me to marry him. I, of course said, "Yes!" without a moment to think and couldn't stop smiling. All the people near us were clapping and whistling. We were congratulated and bought drinks for the rest of the night. It was a night we would surely remember forever.