Every morning, Joe and I commute to NYC together on the bus to Port Authority. On that Friday morning, it was business as usual. Little did I know, Joe kissed me goodbye and got back on the bus to Hoboken, instead of going to work. I got off work early around 3pm, went home to find a card on my pillow, inviting me to a long-overdue date night at the W Hotel in Hoboken– instructing me to not get too dressed up (I always dress up) because the restaurant was not very fancy. The odd part was, he left a room key - we live about 6 blocks from the W, so I was a little confused. I started to panic, and when I panic, I call my Mom. Sure enough, Joe knows me so well, he called my parents in advance, so that they wouldn’t answer when I called. I was entirely in suspense. I met him at the hotel room at 7pm and opened the door to a candlelit suite with hundreds of white rose petals leading down a hallway and into a room, and I lost my breath. My Joe dressed up, looking so handsome, in front of a gorgeous balcony with a stunning view of the Manhattan skyline. He got down on one knee and said “I love you Rachel – I can’t imagine my life without you. Will you marry me?” I then cried for about 3 hours, so much so, that we couldn’t go to our dinner reservation...so we walked to get burgers instead. It was the most incredible feeling and I was, and still am, on cloud 9. He is my prince, and I am so excited to soon call him my Husband.