He said there was a special seat reserved for me in the front. It took me forever to walk down the aisle because my legs were trembling. I found my way to the seat; it had a program, a rose and a box of tissues. And then he began to sing, a song he had written himself. Somehow in my consciousness, I knew this was a dream, because there I was, the only person in this beautiful, expansive theatre; and there he was on stage, singing to me alone.

After his second song, he invited me on stage and read to me two entries from his journal over the past two and a half years. It was a glimpse into his heart, his mind, his thoughts for me. And then he asked, “Are you ready?” I shook my head no at first. How can you ever be ready for a moment like this?? Then I nodded yes, and there he went, down on one knee. Later, we embraced, and I had him bawling too. The final act, was prayer, and perhaps I'm meant to remember it, because I told God that I knew that this man belonged to Him, and Him alone, and I was just so thankful to have him in this lifetime as my best friend and life partner. And then we just sat and took it all in: the beauty of the stage, the emptiness of the theatre, the life-altering changes from here on out.

After we walked out of the theatre, there were my parents and his parents (who had flown from all the way from the East Coast just to be there one night). He had flown to see my parents over a month ago and asked them permission to marry me. He had told him of his plan and the date so they could plan to be there. It was the most wonderful, amazing day of my life and to have both of our families there to celebrate in our happiness just completed the dream.