In late June, when Beau asked if we could go to Brooks Brothers to pick out new swim trunks before 4th of July I happily agreed. We had just been the previous week and in fact looked at swim trunks but who was I to argue with shopping. Beau seemed to have a plan for the weekend; relaxing on Saturday, shopping on Sunday. He stressed the need to get there early so we could return home to watch the baseball game.
On Sunday we woke, fed the dogs, drank a cup of coffee & I offered to make breakfast. Beau politely declined reminding me he wanted to leave shortly, asking if I could be ready in time.
As I brushed my teeth, he emerged looking quite handsome. He had on a light blue button down, madras plaid belt, my favorite khaki shorts adorned with little blue whales, and blue boat shoes. I commented on how good he looked and mentally thought I’d better step up my normal “Sunday shopping” game. My hair was not cooperating so I took a curling iron to it, threw on a silk tank from J. Crew with coordinating jewelry & called it a day.
As we drove the 20 minutes to the “nicer” mall, I tried to coax Beau into having a car dance party with me (perhaps one of my favorite road trip activities). Instead, we chatted and made a mental list of all the things we needed to accomplish before heading back towards the house. Brooks Brothers was first and foremost on our list; however, when we arrive Beau pulled in and parked on the opposite side from Brooks Brothers. When I asked why he was parking there, he exclaimed it was shady and there were plenty of spots open.
I clambered out of the car confused and started to walk towards the Sax anchor. As we approached the doors, he made a sharp left turn and began to walk around the mall. “Let me get this straight, you parked on the wrong side of the mall and now we can’t walk through it but rather have to walk around?,” I exclaimed with a laugh. “Yup, I don’t think the department stores open until noon, my b,” he responded.
As we passed through the mall Beau asked again if I needed anything. I originally responded no but as we passed a gorgeous nautical sweater hanging in the window of J. Crew I changed my mind. “Maybe we can go in on the way back, I’m kinda hungry; we could go in Tiffany’s.” This is a joke Beau had taken to telling since Breakfast at Tiffany’s is my favorite movie. Each time, it elicited an eye roll and explanation that Tiffany’s is a jewelry store not a restaurant, only a mistake a man could make.
Me – For the last time, they don’t serve breakfast at Tiffany’s and I offered to make you breakfast this morning.
Beau – Well, I’ve never been in a Tiffany’s, we should go in and check it out.
M – Are you serious, what for?
B – They have the Great Gatsby collection on display, maybe we’ll see some of the pieces from the movie.
Now, I don’t know a single girl that would turn down that offer. In we walked and the friendly manager greet us, “Hi, what can we help you find today?” I stared blankly at Beau as he responded, “We’re just looking around. You guys have the Great Gatsby collection on display?” We each ooh & aah’ed over intricate pearl and diamond pieces from the movie when the manager offered to show us two speciality pieces they had on loan from the New York store. I followed her around the corner as she checked in with the security guard and pushed open pocket doors to reveal a small office. On the desk in the office were two mimosas and a small ring box.
For whatever reason, I didn’t immediately understand what was happening. I actually thought we must be in the wrong place, where were the Gatsby pieces? As I started to process everything I just kept repeating, “What is happening, what’s going on right now?” over and over again.
Just as the manager shut the pocket doors behind her, I turned to find Beau unwrapping the ring box. His proposal is the sweetest moment in my life. He began to unwrap the ring box and get down on one knee as he said the following:
“I try very hard in life not to be wrong, for example, I’m pretty sure you can have breakfast at Tiffany’s but I know for sure I am not wrong about this. Will you marry me?”
Of course I began to cry; I gave Beau a kiss & my surroundings, which had turned in a gray haze, started to fill in again. I looked up to realize there was actually BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY’S. It was more than just mimosas; there was coffee, brie and assorted cheeses, fruit, scones, muffins. Beau and I sat to enjoy a few minutes of breakfast, just the two of us, although I must say I don’t think either one of us actually ate & I am certain I did not stop shaking for at least a few hours.
Looking back on it now, there were certainly a few clues to June 30th being a very special day for us but I’m so glad I didn’t pick up on them. The moment of surprise and the overwhelming rush of emotion made our proposal that much better.
And so our fairy tale is just beginning.