Remarkably Ordinary

“So, where are we going?” I asked my boyfriend, Alex, with curiosity. He had been reminding me for weeks now about this date that he had been planning for us, making sure I wouldn’t make any other plans for tonight, but he refused to tell me what was going on exactly.

“No need to worry about that yet. You’ll see when we get there,” he said with a sly smile. Before we started off, however, he insisted he blindfold me. Even though I was hesitant to oblige, I did so anyway as I knew he wanted things to be perfect. He was cute like that.

After about twenty minutes or so of driving, we eventually got to our destination and without much ado. Alex got out of the car, walked over to my side, and opened the door. He took my hand, and I stumbled blindly after him as he led me toward the unknown. Tripping and almost falling on my face a couple times, Alex kept catching me and continued to lead me, slowly, through this incredible maze I had created in my mind. I knew we had walked on a gravel pathway and that we were now in a house because he had had to open a couple doors that had stood as obstacles in our way, but nothing prepared me for the beauty that I was about to behold.

Finally, after what had felt like an eternity, which had been three minutes in reality, Alex purposefully placed me somewhere in the room and then he gently removed the blindfold. Dazed, I looked around, trying to refocus my blurred vision.

On the table, in front of me, sat a vase filled with exquisite roses. Red, pink, and purple, they accentuated each other magnificently. Must’ve Done Something Right, by Relient K, played softly in the back round. It was our song, so that alone would have been enough to make me smile; however, there was more yet to come! Fairy lights softly illuminated the room, candles were placed at random around the room, and a fire crackled contentedly to my left. Together, they all created a tranquil mood. I noticed, as well, that there were rose petals scattered all over the wooden floor, among an assortment of heart shaped pieces of paper that had been cut out of pink paper.

While I had been gazing around the room, Alex had been standing behind me, silent. I finally turned to face him, gave a great squeal of delight, and I threw my arms around his neck.

“Alex, this is beautiful, thank you so very much!” I managed to utter, barely cognisant of what was really going on. This was all too perfect. In my wildest imaginings I could not have dreamed up a setting more incredible than this.

Alex then pulled away, took my hands and said, “Andrea, this is something that I’ve been thinking and praying about for a long time. I’ve spent my entire life looking for, searching for, dreaming of someone who I could spend the rest of my life with, not someone perfect in being, but perfect for me. Someone that I could share my deepest desires with, someone I could trust, love, and hold for forever. I’ve been praying that I would be just the right fit for her, that I would be the prince charming that she had always dreamt of, and that I would measure up to the kinds of standards that she has set up for her future life partner.”

Getting down on one knee, Alex continued, “You, my dear Andrea, are that perfect fit for me. You are the one that my heart has been searching for. You complete me, Andrea. You are the woman I wish to spend the rest of my life with. Are you willing to take this step with me?”

Alex then pulled out a black, velvet box, and, opening it, he asked, “Andrea, will you be my wife? Will you marry me?”

Mouth ajar, I stared at him. I had not expected him to ask the question for a long time from now. Yet, here he was, down on bended knee, asking me to be his wife!
I smiled at him, and, with full confidence, replied with a resolute, “Yes! Alex, my dearest Alex, I will marry you! Yes!”

Grinning from ear to ear, Alex placed the beautiful ring on my finger. He then got up, swooped me up in his arms like a groom would his bride, and kissed me.
Life could not have been more perfect than it was on that night. The mood was right, the setting was right, and the time was right. This room, the one in which Alex had chosen to propose to me, was none other than his living room. In his most favorite room in his home, he had decided to ask me one of the most important questions he were ever to ask anyone in his entire life! Instead of going to some restaurant, instead of traveling far and wide to some exotic location, Alex had decided on this room.

To create perfection, things don’t need to be perfect. To live life, you don’t have to have it all planned out. Because of all of this, I learned that you don’t have to go far, or even all out, to discover that something remarkable can also be something completely ordinary.