“Do you think he’s ready?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know how much more time it could take, how much more we could do to know if this is it or not. I just don’t know what he’s waiting for.”
Despite the chill in the air, we felt glowy and warm. We huddled in our thick jackets and caught a bus to the Christmas market, where we stood under blinking Christmas lights, sipped gluhwein, watched vendors selling fresh marzipan and nougat, and smiled at shoppers mingling with their little ones in tow. Christmastime in Berlin is nothing short of magical – especially to this southern Californian who finds snow a foreign element.
On Christmas Eve, we went to Mass and reveled in the triumphant music, and then Toby and I joined his family at their home for more caroling, gift giving, and holiday joy by their tree which was decorated so beautifully with real candles shining their cozy flame.
We each took turns opening our gifts and collectively appreciating each one, until finally there were none.
The air buzzed with a satisfied glow.
And then, Toby announced: “Well, I have do one more gift to give…”
Looking around at him, my pleasant surprise turned into a heartstop, the only part of me moving was the blood rushing to my face.
He was down on one knee.
He took my hand, cleared his throat, and said, “I had a speech all planned, but now I’ve forgotten it. Will you marry me?”
I burst into tears, grabbed him in an embrace, and cried very wet yeses into his neck.
His family applauded, though his dad was still unsure. “Did she say yes?” he wondered.
Yes, a thousand times, I said yes.
I guess he was only waiting for it to be magical.
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