Two years ago today was the first time we were both flying home. After a long journey of him in Las Vegas, me in Texas, me in Chicago, him in Las Vegas, him in Chicago and me in Texas, we were finally going on our first trip together.
I helped pick out my ring. I knew it was coming at some point.
He had been so smiley on the plane that I was suspicious. Almost right out of the gates in O’Hare Airport in Chicago there is a walkway that is all windows on both sides. The light comes in beautifully. We could see our city for the first time in more than a year together.
I wasn’t interested in the view. I was bookin’ it to the baggage claim because I mean business in the airport. No time to lollygag, chop chop.
Isaiah dropped to his knee and pulled my hand back. It took a second for me to get out of, “LET’S GO!” mode. We had two connecting flights that day. We had been traveling for more than eight hours for a flight that takes two.
I snatched the ring from its case, slipped it on my finger and pulled him up off of his knees before people started staring. The proposal, in total, lasted about 20 seconds. It was perfect.
Image: Oly Ruiz, Metrophoto