Love is in the Air

A long, looooong time ago, I thought the man who would become my husband was going to propose to me on Valentine's Day. But he didn't. 

This is a super romantic story if you can get over the part about me being kind of a brat about it. 

We'd been talking about getting married for months. I had it on the DL that he'd told my roommate he was going to propose. Soon. And Valentine's Day, let's be honest, is the ONLY day a man can do something like that. He had planned a special dinner at a posh restaurant and then had gotten us theater tickets. And the whole time we were out my brain was on which engagement ring he'd chosen and if our wedding should be in the summer or the winter. I don't even remember the name of the restaurant or the title of the play because all I could think about was perfecting my surprised look when he popped the question. And then the play came to an end, and he drove me home. 

HE DROVE ME HOME. INSTEAD OF PROPOSING TO ME. I WAS WEARING THE DRESS I WAS GOING TO BE PROPOSED TO IN. AND HE DIDN'T PROPOSE. THE WORLD FELT VERY DARK AND WRONG. 

As you can tell, I handled it in a super mature and undramatic fashion.

The next weekend I semi-reluctantly joined him for a weekend in a city three hours away. We were visiting his family and I was not at all holding a grudge for not proposing to me the weekend before. Actually, that's not true, and as the weekend wore on, he seemed more and more distant and I became more and more frustrated. By Saturday night we were barely speaking. I was pretty relieved to go to bed and get a break -- unsure if we were on the verge of marriage or a break up. 

At 4 a.m. his sister woke me up and put a blindfold on me. "What in the world is going on?" Then I heard my future husband playing the guitar. He hadn't ever played the guitar before to my knowledge, but he had learned the chords to one of our favorite songs, "So Simple" by Wide Awake. When he finished playing the song, he asked me to be his wife. He has not, to my knowledge, ever picked up a guitar again, but he did an amazing job that night! I said yes, and we married six months later. 

Photo by Mountain Pearl Photography