Before you start to think- Oh no, not another wedding blog, another girl hopelessly obsessed with discussing her impending future with the world, I want to tell you that…I can’t make any promises to contain ALL of my excitement- but I will continue sharing my heart and not just my cake tasting experiences (although i’m shamelessly thrilled to get to go taste desserts).
But I just HAVE to tell you- hey guys, I’M ENGAGED!!!!!!! And here is how it happened, in detail, from my heart, WITH high class illustrations.
Sunday, February 17th dawned like any other Sunday. Absolutely glorious. (Minus the me having a bad hair day not knowing what to wear thing, which I have decided I will not let shape the mood of my day.) Brent and I headed to Prince Street Cafe for our weekly Jesus Calling, heart sharing, life enjoying breakfast. (Side note: I have fallen head over heels for granola and a Snowflake tea.)
Now, had I held suspicions as to when I’d be proposed to? Yes, definitely. What girl isn’t a little nosy? But to be honest, I read into anything and everything. This was probably the fourth Sunday I had been “convinced” it would happen- and this Sunday felt different, but not in the way you’d expect. I turned to Brent at breakfast and said, “I feel really bad ’cause I thought you were gonna propose today but I don’t want to have expectations and I know you’re not so I’m sorry.” And that was that. I was totally serious.
Would you believe Brent and I spent the entire day together with me believing that nonsense? I went to breakfast with him, church with him, a friend’s for lunch with him, and then headed for home to go shopping with friends. My roommate Debbie, friend Rachel and I went over to Christmas Tree Shops, out for frozen yogurt at the delicious Polar Peach, and all in all had a great girls day. Then Debbie had to go to her parents and dropped me off at my apartment. On the way home I even talked about how I had thought Brent would propose but knew he wouldn’t.
Then I walked in the front door.
I dropped my bag and coat and just stared for a few seconds. Directly in front of me was my kitchen table, and on my kitchen table was a rose and a note.
“A surprise awaits you at the end of this trail.”
So I’ll spare you the sight of my slightly messy living room and instead describe to you the trail of rose petal hearts that lead into my bedroom at the back of my little apartment.
There I found a new and very cool Pinterest-inspired coffee table Brent had MADE me with this note-
So then I call my best friend and my sister- “I THINK I’M IN THE PROCESS OF GETTING PROPOSED TO.”
Of course they both knew.