We got engaged
this weekend. And I’m really
excited. And I absolutely cannot
wait to spill the details of our proposal. So, without any further ado…
So, we’re in the
process of buying a house. We
found an incredible opportunity to jump in on this house in the middle of the
construction process, so we dove right in. The house sits on a beautiful piece of land backing up to a
creek. We’ve spent the last few
weeks planning and preparing and selecting paint colors and really just getting
super excited about living in our first home together. Throughout the process, Trevor has
assured me that our engagement would not happen until after we closed on the
house. Financial advisors had
recommended not making any major purchases prior to the closing, thus, the
bling would have to wait.
And the joke’s on
me. While that may be substantial
advice, it wasn’t relevant in our situation and Trevor, unbeknownst to me, took
matters into his own hands entirely.
He bought the ring and made the plans, coordinating details with my
sister along the way. She came to
town to visit this week, which was timely, no doubt.
Friday we had
planned to take my sister out and show her the house, then head to Nashville
for an evening of music out on the town.
All day my sis had emphasized that she really wanted to see the house in the daylight so that she could
take some photos to show our parents.
Little did I know…
We gave the house
tour, starting in the basement and working our way upstairs. As I was taking my sis through the
master bedroom—relaying closet organization plans and whatnot—Trevor excused
himself. After much prodding from
my sister,—“I’m really hungry.
It’s getting dark. Let’s go
to Nashville.”—I finally wrapped up the tour and headed back to the living
room. We rounded the corner to
find Trev down on his knee in front of the fireplace.
I wish I could
say that I handled myself with grace and eloquence in the succeeding
moments. But, I can’t.
Shock immediately
took over and my brain turned to mush.
Turning around to
my sister, who by now had her camera out and flashing away, I exclaimed, “This
is not happening! Is this
happening?!” Once she assured me
this was, in fact, reality, I did the only natural thing I could think of: I got down on one knee in front of my
man.
Wait… What?!
Yep, like I said…grace, folks. Oy.
Thankfully, I
didn’t stay on my knee for more than a split second before I realized how
absolutely absurdly I was behaving.
The next several moments—on my feet—were filled with squeals and gasps
and utterances of disbelief. I
think it was probably a solid four minutes before the poor guy even got an
opportunity to talk. (Welcome to
the rest of your life, Baby.)
Eventually, I
shut up, opened my eyes, and let him talk. Of course he said sweet things, proclaiming his love and
asking for my hand. I’ll keep the
specifics between us; it’s so precious.
And eventually, I responded with a resounding, “YES!” And eventually he got the ring on my
finger.
And eventually I’ll
stop gawking at it…maybe… Actually, probably not.
Seriously, I have
the absolute best fiancé. He picked out the most stunning
ring. And he planned the perfect
proposal. And he completely and
utterly surprised me in the best of ways.
I love that we got to share this part of our story in what will be our first
home together. I absolutely cannot
wait to build our life together. Trevor
is, next to my salvation, the greatest gift the Lord has given me. I don’t even know how to say it any
more accurately or emphatically. I’m
completely and totally excited about what the Lord has planned for our lives
together.
So, there you
have it. That is our engagement
story. Hopefully you get a big
smile out of it, maybe even a giggle or two. (I laugh every time I think about it.) Thanks for reading and thanks for
sharing in our journey.
Blessings,
friends!
