as i mentioned…i’m engaged!
friday, january 21st.
i come home from work to find a vase full of beautiful red roses…
we take the dog on a nice walk, then head home to freshen up for dinner. (which MP had planned earlier in the week.)
since we weren’t going anywhere too fancy, i told him to wear jeans and a t-shirt, thinking casual was the way to go.
i end up wearing jeans, a t-shirt, a cute jacket, scarf, and tall boots. (admittedly, a tad dressy-er than “casual”.)
once ready, i head downstairs to grab my purse. as i stand in the walkway between the entry and the living room, MP says,
“what are you wearing?”
i turn slightly to show him that i’m not that fancy, i’m just wearing “jeans and a t-shirt”. he asks again,
“what are you wearing? let me see. come closer.”
at this point, i’m getting slightly irritated because i can’t figure out what the big deal is and i’m worried that maybe he thinks he’s dressed to casually and now he’s probably going to go change, and i’m starving, so i’m not in the mood for outfit changes…
i move closer into the walkway and throw my arms out to the side as if to say,
“seeeeee. no. big. deal.”
“hmmmm. it’s missing something.”
i knew it…i should’ve added that necklace, i think to myself. but i’m also going, what?! this outfit is great!
and that’s when he pulls out the ring and gets down on his knees and asks me to marry him.
we cry, we kiss, we hug…and oh yeah…
i say yes.
seriously, i’ve had to kiss a lot of frogs. some of those frogs were too young to leave their little pond, some just wanted to jump around and croak all night long, while others were covered in big nasty warts and slimy frog…slime.
and that’s okay! i had to live some life and learn some lessons about love in order to really appreciate my frog prince…
and when MP came back into my life, it just felt right. i had no doubts that he’d be a great man for taylor and i to share our lives with. it was so easy to welcome him into our family. it was natural. and it was a no-brainer when he asked me to marry him, as i can’t imagine anyone being better suited to me. nor can i imagine finding someone as thoughtful, kind, genuine, and caring as MP.
i’m a lucky girl.