I'm not sure you can even call it a "date" - we were hanging out in his garage watching a movie on the projector. We had been to the video store (that makes it seem like it was a long time ago since we don't have those anymore) and he had tackled me onto the ground. I laughed so hard I nearly wet my pants. I was in love.
When I left his house that night I texted my mom I was getting married.
He never asked me to be his girlfriend, I guess I just assumed I was. And eight long months later he still hadn't told me he loved me, and I was getting anxious. I wouldn't be the first to say it, but he has told me since then he knew.
Dinner that night was not fun. He had made me cry earlier that day and I was just waiting on him to break-up with me. He barely spoke to me the entire time.
Had he been anything but basically ignoring me for the week leading up to the proposal, I might have caught on; I still don't know how I missed it!
When we walked into the Power Shack (the place where we had our "first date" and I almost drowned in the pool) the floor was covered with candles and rose petals. He told me he loved me for the first time, which I originally thought all the to-do was about. He said we had both said it before, but that it didn't mean anything without a committment to go with it. Then he got on his knee and proposed. I laughed. And laughed. And never said yes, that I know of.
I'm not so sure how he could love that face...
When we walked into my house my friends and family were there to celebrate with us. I thought that was one of the best days of my life, but everyday since then has been better.
What's your proposal story?
And you are asking this question on my 31st anniversary! LOL!!! I really can't tell this story in public though...sorry! LOL!
ReplyDeletetear....this brought me so much joy! Love y'all!
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