For New Year's Eve 2009, Jason told me he was planning a surprise for our night together. He told me he would be wearing a suit, so I wore my long black dress. Jason told me there would be three components to the evening. The first came quickly; we went to a wonderful Italian Restaurant that he had told me about a few years ago when we first met. Second, we went to the symphony! The Pikes Peak Philharmonic was having their New Year's Eve concert that night. It was wonderful. They had special guests come on stage to perform songs from my favorite musicals: Rent, Wicked, The Phantom of the Opera, and more. I've never had to dress up so nice for a date, nor have I ever been taken to the symphony on a date. It was an amazing and wonderful surprise.
The show ended with a bang, as hundreds of balloons were released from the ceiling. I put on my coat and started for the door, when Jason had an unusual idea. "You know, I've always wondered what it looked like from the stage," he said. Having been on stage all the time because of my participation in choir throughout high school, I didn't have the same desire. I reluctantly followed him as he asked an employee whether we could get on the stage. The lady kindly escorted us down hallways and up stairs, all the way behind the stage. Being backstage had brought back sweet and cheerful memories of my high school performances.
As we walked out onto the stage, musicians were packing up their instruments. Jason looked impressed at the view from the stage, and I agreed it was magnificent. The lights were almost blinding. A few balloons had fallen onto the stage, and one had wedged itself beneath the piano. Jason pointed it out to me and asked me to grab it as a sort of memento. I turned, picked up the balloon, and spun back around, holding the balloon out to Jason.
While I had my back to him, he had gotten down on one knee. In his hand was a little velvet box with the most radiant, star-like diamond inside. For a moment it seemed that everything in the room faded away and that we two were the only ones who existed in the entire world, and the only sound I could hear was his voice saying, "Marry me?" I let go of the balloon. I stood there and must have sounded like an idiot as my only response was, "Okay!" I walked over to him and bowed my head to hide my tears. My hands were shaky when he put the ring on my finger.
A few moments later I met some of the people who had been in on the whole thing, including the conductor and the lady who escorted us backstage. Whenever I think about that night, his face as he was kneeling there in front of me, I can't help but fall in love again. I know that sounds cheesy, but it is true. There is nothing in this world that I want more than to spend my life with this man, and I believe there could be no better way to ring in the New Year.