Before I recount our ridiculously romantic rendezvous, I have to warn you that I am gullible. Extremely gullible.
GULLIBLE:
–adjective
easily deceived or cheated.
Ye-ah, to say the least. When someone says that "gullible" is painted on the ceiling, I look up. In high school I asked someone what part of the buffalo "buffalo wings" came from--no lie. I come by it fairly though...last weekend when someone told my mom that she "dropped her pocket," she and I both looked at the ground, confused.
I was not expecting a proposal anytime soon. Adam and I had talked about marriage, and I have known for a long time that he is the person I want to spend the rest of my life with, but I still was unsuspecting. This may or may not have to do with the fact that Adam told me exactly when every single one of his friends was going to propose to their girlfriends and where we fell in the schedule. (Obviously, we were not first.)
Adam and I were both able to take half-days the Friday before Memorial Day weekend. I packed both of our things in one bag, and we were on the road before 1 o'clock. The three hour trip consisted of Gary Allan, Smithfield's Chicken and BBQ, and a stop at Walmart for fishing licenses.
Riding in the car is torture for me. I am not good at sitting still. At all. So when we finally got to the beach we unpacked and laid down on the cool leather couches. As I sank deeper into the incredible couch, Adam informed me that we needed to go meet his dad's friend to pick up some fishing stuff for the weekend.
I pouted. Bottom-lip out pouted, but I went. Adam explained that we were meeting his dad's close friend from work, and he was letting us use this fishing stuff specifically for the weekend. Adam and his dad talked several times on the way to meet this friend, who happened to be running late.
As usual, I cheered up as soon as I saw the water. We decided to sit facing the water front in a wooden swing until his friend showed up. (The exact same swing where my future father-in-law plans to sit and cause trouble every day when he goes to a retirement home...but that is a completely different story.)
Morehead City waterfront
It was my absolute favorite time to be by the water--late afternoon when boats are going in and the breeze has picked up but the sun is still direct and hot. We talked and "waited," and Adam said, "Let's get married." I explained to him that there is a lovely chapel at Atlantic Beach where we could go get married, but he said no he didn't want to do that.
I then told him that we should get married right where we were because it was so beautiful--and it was beautiful, there was a light breeze, sailboats were bobbing in front of us, no one was around--it was serene.
"Well, let's not get married right here," Adam said, "But we can get engaged right here." I was thinking, seriously, are you going to fake me out again? But I got butterflies in my stomach as he got down on one knee. Still, I was not totally convinced that he wasn't messing with me; although, I had butterflies in my stomach. Even when he pulled the most beautiful ring I have ever seen out of his back pocket, I said "Is this for real? You aren't joking, are you?"
I told him yes, of course, and that I couldn't wait to spend the rest of my life with him. It was the most perfect moment...just us and the water. Then we hugged and kissed, and we called all of our family and friends. (Only after I made him explain to me how he got the ring to the beach and out to where we were without me knowing!)
I packed our bags, so I knew the ring was not in there. Apparently, he stuck it under the driver's seat in my car before we left (the same thing my dad did when he proposed to my mom :D), and he managed to stick the rather large box in his back pocket as we walked out to the swing.
My beautiful ring!
I would absolutely love to get the story from HIS perspective because I'm sure it is quite different. But it was a perfect afternoon, and my mom and her fiance and his kids got to the beach later that evening, so we were all able to celebrate together.
I am so lucky to get to spend my life with the most amazing man and my best friend. I never dreamed that I would meet someone so perfect. It is definitely true--when you know, you know :)
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So, I hope to record the trials and tribulations (hopefully more of the latter) from "yes" to "I do" for ourselves, family, friends, and whoever else might want to follow our journey. Suggestions, tips, ideas are all very welcome. Enjoy!
<3 Jessie