As mentioned in my previous post, Mr. Speedy had planned a surprise, secret getaway for us after the half-marathon.
Little did I know that I would leave as a girlfriend and return as a fiancé.
If you enjoy romantic stories and sunsets- read on.
I suggest playing ‘Cosmic Love’ by Florence + the Machine while you read for lovely drama that will make you tear-up.
“Hurry up, we have to get on the road,” he smiled at me.
“Ok, ok, I’ll be ready in a few,” I lied. My hair was still dripping wet from the longer-than-normal shower (I HAD to shave my legs, no way was I going to sport hairy limbs). I couldn’t think straight…. What if he asked me tonight? What perfume should I wear? What dress should I pack? Why didn’t I shop? What style is appropriate for possibly the best night ever? Tight? Long? Blue? Light blue? And what heels? OH MY, I NEED A PERSONAL ASSISTANT STAT.
I brushed my teeth like a crazed lunatic as I examined myself in the mirror. I should have had my eyebrows waxed, they were like bushy caterpillars. I wasn’t fit for human eyes, especially the piercing eyes of the handsome, magnetic Mr. Speedy, who by now was growing slightly impatient.
Rummaging in my closet, I tried to find a dress appropriate. I opted for a pencil-styled navy blue dress. Classic. Simple. Audrey Hepburn would approve.
Suitcase in hand, I threw it into the back seat of the car, and Mr. Speedy started driving north.
North. And North. And more North. A couple of hours passed.
“Do you know where we are going, yet?” he asked.
“Uh….no,” I responded. I could have said IS THERE A RING IN THIS VEHICLE SOMEWHERE, but… I resisted.
“Well… we are going to Petoskey. To the Inn at Bay Harbor…. just a little us time. To celebrate a year.”
As my mouth proceeded to drop into my lap, my heart began to beat quicker… The Inn is one of those romantic places reserved for intimate, priceless moments. And where is this place located… put your LEFT hand in front of you, and it is at the very top of the RING finger…
When we pulled up to the entrance, it did not disappoint my young heart’s envisions.
You know the scene when Carrie and Big find the apartment of their dreams and Carrie is like ‘Hello, I live here.’ Well, that is how I felt when we got there. ‘Hello, I vacation here.’
The Inn at Bay Harbor <– let your jaw-drop
Our room could hardly be called a room. It was more of a condo. An apartment. A high-end suite. Fireplace, bar, kitchen, balcony, jacuzzi. Immediately I pulled out the bottle of wine and we toasted-
“To us,” Mr. Speedy said. “To having you in my life for a year and many more.”
Then, we took many pictures (click for larger view):
The pool was not quite swimmable.
I LOVE this smirk.
I love this nose. And eye. And chin.
The water of Northern MI can’t be beat.
His hands…. ❤
I LOVE THIS FACE.
What do you think he is thinking?
We had to use the timer!
The next two hours became a combination of quiet whispers, wine glasses clinking, music drifting, bodies embracing, and the soft hues of the evening sky silently floating through the balcony breeze.
Mr. Speedy whispered in my ear, “So…,” and his grip around my waist tightened.
I hesitated for a moment and then launched into a full wine-induced emotional monologue. Sentence after sentence of how happy I was with him, how thankful I was for this amazing trip, how appreciative and utterly devoted I was to his lips, arms, and torso.
Smiling, he turned up the music and moved back towards me, burying his face into my neck.
“Let’s get dressed up and go watch the sunset,” he suggested. “Then we’ll have a nice dinner.”
Relieved that he gave me something to focus on other than the possibility of something else, I quickly got to work to curling my hair.
Luckily, no hairs were hurt.
And then, hand-in-hand, we made our way down three flights and out to the secluded beach to enjoy the subtle, sinking of the sun.
Such a simple, everyday thing- a sunset. But as I walked beside Mr. Speedy, this one felt different. Important.
Why am I so weird?
Not only does he run, he jumps.
I thought maybe, just MAYBE, he might ask me something… and just as the sun dipped below the lake, he did ask me something-
“Want to go in for dinner?”
DO I WANT TO EAT DINNER???? Slightly confused and slightly dismayed, I agreed that dinner would be wonderful.
Situated in a little nook within the restaurant, I wondered if Mr. Speedy was thinking what I was thinking. I mean, if you take a girl to a lovely place equipped with a sunset to melt a thousand blizzards, she is probably going to think something very major is going to happen. I even took time to curl my pin-straight hair. I shaved my legs. I was wearing Daisy by Marc Jacobs, my Calvin Klein heels, and Michael Kors jacket. I had all the right guys with me. Was I mistaken?
I decided to completely turn off my compulsive romantic brain, and just enjoy the meal.
One bottle of wine, an order of shrimp and pesto bruschetta, and steak for two later, Mr. Speedy was leading me back outside, to the secluded beachfront, to enjoy the moonlight and star scattered sky.
But this time, I noticed he had one hand in his pocket and was not taking it out.
He turned towards me.
“Lily, you mean everything to me.”
I was speechless, he sometimes had that effect on me. His eyes were fixed on me. I melted in his arms once again.
We took a few more steps and then he stopped walking. Tugging my arm, I looked back and saw he was on his knee.
Immediately, my eyes began to brim with sweet, joyful tears. I felt as if we were enclosed in some kind of secret bubble. Only God and us. That was all that mattered.
He removed his hand from his plaid, pleasantly snug pants… and it held something shiny. Holy God… Oh this is happening, I said to myself. His face wore a sweet, sweet smile. A smile I could love forever.
“Lillian Robin Hergott… will you marry me?”
“…Yes,” I whispered back. “In front of God, yes.” Tiny bursts of tears.
And then before I knew it, my body become compelled to join him on his knees, and we were both kneeling, and kissing with only the type of fervor that people who just committed their lives to each other can kiss with. We rolled in the grass, my heart thumping wildly in my chest. After seconds, minutes, hours, we began to slow down our amateur make-out. Our lips parted and we agreed to not roll around on the grass like hooligans, and have a drink at the resort bar.
As we walked into the hotel, I realized something was on my finger. Up until this point, I did not even glance at my hand or notice that Mr. Speedy had slipped something on my left ring finger.
“Oh! I should probably look at my ring,” I said with giddiness.
A bit over 2 carats (I know someone will want to know, so there it is), was a brilliant princess cut diamond, perfectly solitaire on a plain band of white gold-
Oh. Hi. Nice to meet you.
Oh, is that is what is on my finger?
As I stared at my ring and contemplated what this all meant, Mr. Speedy had another surprise for me.
“Look inside, the band,” he said.
Carefully peeking inside, I smiled and felt tears begin to form again-
You mean everything to me
“I wanted to put ‘I could watch you for a lifetime’ but it was too long…” he explained.
I smiled at him. “It is perfect.”
Both of those lines are from our song- Cinema covered by Jason Evigan.
As we approached the bar, we waved down our waitress explaining we just got engaged. Drinks were ordered- “It’s on the house,” the bartender explained. Smiles were everywhere. We probably made every other individual in close proximity slightly uncomfortable with our mushy composure, but I didn’t care!
I’m going to marry the man of my dreams. The man that is my equal, my match given to me by God.
Kissing in our Marriot robes on the balcony as an ENGAGED couple. Pretty big deal. Had to share it.
And hopefully, Mr. Speedy is happy to see this every morning for the rest of his life:
My first morning as a fiance.
Fiancé. It has a nice ring to it.
THIS IS AS PG 13 AS MY PICTURES GET.
Whew. Gosh, sorry if that made you hot, bothered, uncomfortable, or awkward.
That was a long, passion filled post.
Thank you everyone- especially our families. Without your support, we would not be as strong.
Lily aka Mr. Speedy’s future wife that promises to shave regularly