I'm such a sap. This being proved as I cried while running at the gym. And no, it was not because I consider running on a treadmill a form of torture (which I totally do.) Every morning, if I am around a tv, at 9:00am I will watch Regis and Kelly. I don't know why, but I love Regis and Kelly. There's something about their chemistry that just gets to me. And perhaps a little bit has to do with the fact that I want to be Kelly Ripa:). Well yesterday morning, Dancing With The Stars host Carrie Ann Inaba filled in for Kelly while she is on vacation. Carrie Ann talked about life, her boyfriend and how she is NOT engaged, but would love to be.
Well conveniently enough, her boyfriend was there, microphone in hand. I thought this is it, he's going to propose. But he did not and so I headed off to the gym only to turn on Regis and Kelly as I did my morning run. As the show was winding down the lights started to go dim. Violin's started to softly hum. And then from backstage comes Carrie Ann's boyfriend, dressed in a tuxedo and a small box in his hand.
I'm not going to lie. I clapped so loud with excitement that EVERYONE around me turned and stared. Tears filled my eyes as I watched Carrie's boyfriend get on bended knee, completely surprising her, and popping the question.
There is just something so romantic, so sweet, so emotional about a person confessing their love and asking to be joined together forever. And it gets to me every time. I tried not to cry, really I did. But as tears filled my eyes and a smile came upon my face I realized that I love this. I love love. I love marriage and I absolutely love seeing other people entering into this wonderful part of life.
And as I tried to gain control after nearing falling off the treadmill from excitement, I realized that I am doing exactly what I was meant to do. I have the best job. I get to witness two people becoming one and joining their lives together. Thank you for letting me be a part of that wonderful journey.
I also learned that beautiful proposals, an overly sappy, emotional girl and running on a treadmill are not meant to go together.