One Sunday evening in August 2015, Miles and Bridget got all gussied up to head to an alumni awards banquet in honor of his friend, and former boss at Northern Illinois University, Joshua.
On the drive there, Miles said he needed to stop and use the rest room, and pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant — coincidentally, Bridget thought, the very same restaurant where the pair first met at that Train Company gig back in 2010.
She sat in the car, totally oblivious, and listened to the radio while she waited for him. Then her phone rang. It was Miles. “Will you come meet me at the spot where we first met?” he asked.
At this point, she knew he was up to something cute. But Miles is a rather romantic fellow, so she thought perhaps he just wanted to share a quick kiss or something.
So, Bridget walked up to the fire pit outside the restaurant patio. It was surrounded by rose petals, as was the ground. She is oblivious and did not notice this at all until it was pointed out to her later.
Then he pulled a ring out of a hidden pocket on the back of his tie (a Christmas present from Bridget), explained that this whole alumni dinner had been a ruse to get her to their spot, got down on one knee and asked a question, THE question he’d been holding back and fighting every instinct to unleash over the past weeks and months. Of course, she said yes.
Just then, Bridget heard someone singing “We Belong,” the bride and groom’s song, accompanied by acoustic guitar. Lo and behold, there were Brynn and Mark, her boyfriend, sitting on the patio!
Bridget was so caught up in the moment, it wasn’t until then that she realized their friend James had been circling, taking pictures of the happy couple the whole time.
Then, as Miles lead her into the restaurant, Bridget’s little sister, Tara, emerged from behind her sunglasses, hat and menu. And Bridget promptly started bawling. Both mommies also appeared, as well as Bridget’s pop. The whole gang then enjoyed a lovely round of whiskey and appetizers — after the restaurant applauded, of course.
Well done, Miles. You got her good.
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