The Proposal

By Camilo

This decision was a long time coming. I knew I wanted Julia to be my wife—long before I figured out how I’d ask. There was no doubt in my heart, just a matter of making it right.

Once I had the ring, I started thinking about the perfect way to propose. At first, I planned to do it in Central Park during a spring break trip. I realized—Julia had never seen snow. So I booked us a trip to Boston and New York. Julia had never been to either, and I had never been to Boston. 

That first day in Boston, we did a hop-on-hop-off tour around the city. It was cold, about 35°, but we were loving every second. When we got to the Boston Public Garden, it felt magical—quiet, romantic, with a bridge over a frozen pond. We both felt that it looked just like Central Park. That’s when I knew.

While we were on the bridge, she asked a woman passing by with a camera to take our picture. After a few shots, I quietly asked the woman to start recording. Julia thought we were just posing. But then I reached into my jacket, pulled out the ring, got down on one knee, and asked her to marry me.

She said yes.

It wasn’t the original plan. It wasn’t New York. But it was perfect. Every twist and turn led us to that moment—and I wouldn’t change a thing.