Just when I thought New York City couldn’t get any better, Asher proposed on the Brooklyn Bridge.
I knew something was up three nights before when we went to see the Rockettes at Radio City Music Hall. When we went through security, Asher was pulled aside. The security guy patted him down, and Asher looked a little upset.
Asher said something to the security guy who then turned to me. I guess he saw the concerned look on my face, because he said, “Don’t worry! It was just his cigarette box that set something off.”
Either Asher had picked up a dirty habit or he was hiding something. I kept asking him that night if he wanted to go for a smoke. He didn’t think it was funny.
Fast forward to Saturday. When he asked me to marry him, I was in the middle of taking a photo of the bridge. I didn’t know what to do, so I turned around and took a photo of him proposing. You can see in the photos him asking me what in the world I was doing.
But, hey. I’ve never been proposed to before, so give me a break. Call me awkward, but now I have the memory of him down on one knee forever. I might just have to frame it and put it in my office.
Here are some photos of my favorite trip (and day) EVER. I love you, Asher Hoopes.