our proposal story.

No Monday Musings yesterday. I didn’t know how to write them and leave out the most important detail. But I also knew that I couldn’t get away with just one bullet point about the event. It deserved it’s own post. So I set out to try and write a post…about the proposal.

My mom says that she knew C and I would get married after our first three dates. Motherly instinct I guess. Just weeks after we’d been dating, I had friends asking me if he was “The One”. I think that’s because just after we met, we attended five of my friends’ weddings. Five. Marriage was on the brain. It’s weird how after college, whoever you’re dating, instantly becomes a candidate in a race to be “The One”.

While I may have been afraid to admit it to myself, I think I knew C was “The One” after our first date. It was the best date I’d ever been on. In fact, the next two dates completed a week of amazing dates. It just worked for us.

Fast forward to more than a year later. It’s Thanksgiving. Again. The last time I was in Baltimore was Thanksgiving 2011. I was so looking forward to this trip and excited that my mom was going to join C’s family for the holiday. While I was suspicious of C’s strange behavior in the weeks leading up to our trip, I attempted not to dwell on it. Nothing worse than ruining a surprise that someone has planned for you. But I got a manicure, you know, just in case.

As we were landing at BWI, I asked C if he was excited for this trip. He brushed it off and didn’t really seem to show any interest in going home. All part of his rouse I now know.

We had some errands to run when we got to C’s parents house including gathering our packets for the Turkey Trot and feeding me. I. was. starving.

On the way to run our “errands”, C pulled into a park/farm and asked if I wanted to go for a walk. It was beautiful outside and the late afternoon sun was so warming. I agreed hoping that our next stop would be for food.

C spent the next 30 minutes feverishly texting. I tried to ignore it, but I was a little miffed. I figured he was coordinating with friends on plans for the evening.

Just as I thought we were headed back to the car, C leads me over to a small field bordered by an old farm fence. We chatted for a minute and then I turned to head to the car. C turned me around and dropped down on one knee.

I’m pretty sure he asked me to marry him and I’m pretty sure I asked him if this was really happening. Somewhere in there I think I said yes, cried, asked again if this was real life and then was told Maria was taking pictures. What. a. whrilwind!

I didn’t even take a good look at the ring until we were back in the car (and I was crying again). I was completely overwhelmed and caught off guard. I’m so lucky. We’re so lucky to have found each other. I can’t believe I get to spend the rest of my life with this amazing man. He makes up for everything I lack and I can’t imagine spending my life without him.

C, you did good. You surprised me. You captured the precious moment on film. You asked my mom. You made me {happy} cry. You picked me to be your future wife. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. I’m a lucky girl.