engagement-aversary

One year ago today, the tall guy asked me to marry him.

We were at the beach, and I TOTALLY knew something was up. He was hiding his text messages, he had bought our favorite wine, and he was being really particular about the plans that I was making through the weekend. He had also had lunch with my dad the week before... that was obviously the biggest clue.

Buuuuuut I wasn't sure, because we hadn't planned on getting engaged until November/December/January, and we were there from Friday-Tuesday, and we got all the way to Monday and he still hadn't asked.

But on Monday, we went to Broadway at the Beach to hang out and play Putt-Putt. So if he was going to ask, surely he'd ask then, right? Nope.

And then we went to one of my favorite beach places for dinner, so he was DEFINITELY going to ask then, right? Nope.

And THEN we went to Starbucks, so maybe he was going to ask then??? Nope.

We got back to the condo, and I was a little disappointed. And surprised, because there were just too many signs and I know this man and I KNEW he was up to something. I set our drinks (PSLs, duh) on the counter in the kitchen, and went to pee. When I came back, I said "I should probably taste yours too to make sure it's not poisoned." When I picked it up, an engagement ring was sitting underneath it.

I looked at it, and then back at him, and then back it it, and then back at him, and then said what any normal woman would say: "What the hell is that?"

And then he got down on one knee and said a lot of wonderful things and boom! we're engaged.

We called my parents, and this was my mom's reaction:

Even a year later, I still think it's CRAZY that I'm grown up enough to have my OWN diamond ring. I still catch myself looking at it sometimes, not believing that it's really mine.

We've dealt with a lot in the last year... job searching and moving and sick parents and death and a LOT of four hour drives. But we've made it. And I can't wait to spend my life with this man.

Mostly because most of our nights look something like this: