I knew right when I met Maya that I loved her style, energy and especially her mom! This amazing couple living in CA but their wedding is going to be at the groom’s parent’s amazing house in RI.
I have to say, I wasn’t surprised but still a bit blown away when Maya emailed me and said that Aaron had taken it upon himself to write their engagement story for my blog! Great Hubby material, indeed!
I thought it was also serendipitous that I received their Save The Date the night before their post was scheduled to run. So, without anymore of me telling you how much I love these two, here is their story with a picture of the couple and I had to show you the Save The Date too. Thanks Guys!
Maya and I met freshmen year in college and became fast friends. We have known each other for about 10 years. When we finished college we were officially “dating” which was a big surprise to our close mutual friends. I was offered a temporary job in Los Angeles and told Maya that she should come visit when that job ended. Maya’s visit became a 6-year stay. That brings us to my visit home to visit my family and go ring shopping. It wasn’t much of a surprise to my family when I announced I wanted to buy an engagement ring. So… my parents helped me shop, and shop, and shop, until I was about to “settle” on a ring I found in an estate jewelry store. The ring reminded me of the Eiffel Tower which would have been nice since Maya lived in Paris, extremely “corny,” except I wasn’t very happy with it and I knew neither would Maya.
My Parents convinced me to go to dinner and think about the decision. After dinner we were on our way back to the store to get the ring when we spotted another estate jewelry shop and went inside. As we looked through cases full of rings I described Maya to the storeowner, after he had enough description to write a small novella on Maya he made a suggestion that we check out a special ring his sister was selling. He asks us to wait as he goes to the safe to get a ring, I’m thinking a ring in the safe that’s special, let’s see me afford this. Next thing I know he brings out Maya’s ring, I knew right away it was Maya’s. A nicely paired Diamond and Ruby ring, set very differently than any I had ever seen, with diamonds accenting the larger stones, from a time period of about 1915 in rose gold. Beautiful and perfect. The store owner knew this was the ring for Maya and I, and so we made a deal.
Now that I had the perfect ring I had to tell Maya’s parents of my intentions. As planned I meet up with Maya’s folks at their house in Mass. and they offer to drive me to the airport to fly back to LA. After dinner, we sat by the fireplace to chat before leaving for the airport. This is when I told them that I have grown to love them as my own parents and that I wanted to make that official, (or something corny like this) and they were overwhelmed and overjoyed. Then they asked when? Where? How? And this is where this story should begin… Except, I didn’t have a plan.
I flew back to LA that night. I wanted to tell everyone on the plane I was about to be engaged. But refrained, just incase they knew Maya and could text her and warn her. So, the plane was late, baggage took FOREVER, but Maya still came to pick me up at close to midnight on a work night. We were both exhausted as we drove home and I updated her on my visit with both our families and my visit to the college we both went to. Sorry, forgot to mention this important part. Needless to say I was very excited and anxious to give Maya the ring, which was in my pocket only inches away from her.
When we got home, Maya, tried to get me to eat some food she had made but I told her I had to unpack or something… Then as I’m unpacking, I began to improvise in my head, I know I need to do this TONIGHT, Maya’s mom can only wait so long to call and find out the news. So, as I’m unpacking I brought out a new sweatshirt from our college for Maya. I ask her to try it on and I toss it over to her. As she’s putting it on and has it over her head, I fight off our over excited dog Falcor and get on one knee to take out the ring. As Maya’s head POPS through the sweatshirt she sees me on the floor in front of her and asks coyly “what are you doing?” as if she doesn’t know. As she began to cry a little and smile a lot and lose control over her emotions I told her “Maya, I’m so happy to have met you at our college, I feel like we were made for each other and I have adored and loved you ever since. I want you to marry me, will you be my wife?” She quickly hugged and kissed me. Then I told her she has to say yes, so she said “yes!” Then almost on queue Maya’s phone began to ring… Maya answered. “Hello?” Her grandma had called to make sure “Aaron got in okay.” It was a little after three am on the East Coast where her grandma also lives. Good thing I got the job done in time! If only wedding planning could be as improvised.
Yes, that paper is amazing!!