After 5+ years of dating, TG and I are engaged.
Earlier last week TG asked me if I wanted to go grab a drink at the Peninsula hotel on Thursday night. The Peninsula bar is one of our favorite cozy bar spots in the winter (complete with a big fireplace and leather couches). I actually texted my sister earlier in the day that I thought he might propose but then quickly dropped the idea. Later that day, a mini blizzard turned my 20 minute commute into an hour. We spoke on the phone and decided it wasn't a good night to venture back out.
I arrived home to a very clean apartment and TG sort of pacing around the kitchen. The next thing I knew, TG was down on one knee in our little kitchen saying the sweetest things about our life together and asking me to marry him. I was in total shock. And in lululemon leggings and a t-shirt (my glamour knows no bounds), I said yes.
TG broke out the champagne (the good stuff) and we spent the next hour calling our friends and family. My sister was first on my list of people to call, obviously. And then my parents and on down the line.
After talking to my grandparents, I cried big tears.
Once I pulled it together (and showered!), we ventured out in the snow to the Chicago Firehouse for dinner and celebratory cocktails.
TG told me later that he decided against proposing at the Peninsula after remembering that while I am a fan of fancy libations, I am not a fan of drawing public attention. True story.
With the snow coming down hard outside and two pups by my feet, it could not have been more perfect or more us.
Sorry for the terrible iphone picture and lighting combo
So yep, we are getting married.
And we're just over the moon excited!
So are these two guys...
but they're sort of into their own love business, yes?