In honor of it being the anniversary of our engagement I thought I would share our story since I hinted at it on instagram.
I’m not even really sure where to start. The fact that it was only 5 months after we starting dating? The fact that it was almost on Valentine’s Day? I would have HATED that. Not that girl. The fact that I called my mom and told her I couldn’t marry a man like J on the 13th? Ok…let’s go.
J’s family lives in San Antonio and we would often drive down there on a Friday after work and come back on Sunday like the spry young people we were. We would leave at 5 get there around 1 am and then leave Sunday whenever and make it back to get just enough sleep to get ready to work on Monday. This particular Friday we were headed down because I was told that his younger sister had a gymnastics competition we needed to be at. His mom had e-mailed about it. I don’t get it, but his family e-mails. It still surprises me. My family calls or texts. Anyway, we were headed down for this competition over Valentine’s weekend. Our first “love holiday” together was going to be spent at a gymnastics event. I honestly wasn’t thrilled. I was never irritated to go down and see his family, I really did <do> like them, but geez a girl couldn’t get a first Valentine’s Day together date??
We stop at the czech stop outside of Waco. If you’re from Texas you know about this place. **We always stopped and got a snack. After our stop I had fallen asleep but about 45 minutes later I woke up and was not ok. Like really not ok. I had been sick a lot in last few months. I was teaching at a new school-started in December and got everything imaginable. My immune system was definitely building up because, after that first year I rarely got sick. Ok, moving on…I had to find a bag and I had to have one quickly. Full on stomach bug had hit. In less than 20 minutes I had filled a Target bag. It was gross. So gross. I just wanted to get to their house as quickly as possible or a hotel room if they didn’t want me in their house. Which, I would have completely understood. In the midst of my bouts of puke and telling J to drive faster (we still had an hour or hour and a half to go) he got a call from his Dad. He was asking us to stop to help a friend out in New Braunfels because his car broke down and he and his wife needed a ride back to San Antonio. I told him absolutely not. This was kind of when uber was getting started-ish but wasn’t well-known. Normally, sure we can help someone out. But I’m sorry. Not with all this going on. Imagine it, stopping to pick people up, then being in the car with strangers, all while puking uncontrollably. Nope. Not gonna happen.
He pulled over. He flipping drove to the middle of New Braunfels to pick some random friends of his parents up. I ran out to a grassy area to take care of business and then went back to the car. He acted like he was talking to someone on the phone outside, or maybe he really was, I don’t know to this day actually. Enter me calling my mom. In between all the puking I managed to call her to ask for prayer and to tell her that I could never marry J. I’d have to break up with him after this trip. She told me how nice of a guy he is and to give him a chance. I couldn’t believe her! She was supposed to be on my side. He clearly didn’t listen to me and didn’t care about my needs in that moment. While talking to her he comes around to the passenger side and opens the door. Naturally, I quickly got off the phone so he wouldn’t know what I was saying. I see him get down on one knee, then I see the puke on my pants and shoes, and then I see the ring. This man is proposing to me and I can’t tell if I have to puke because I’m so nervous or so sick. I can’t believe he went through with it. No, there aren’t any cute photos. It wasn’t your Pinterest worthy engagement. We weren’t standing on the edge of a mountain with the wind blowing my long dress perfectly.
I had puke on my pants. Yep.
He decided to go ahead with the plan because he had my parents waiting at his family’s house to greet us for this joyous occasion. His mom apparently had cute cookies waiting for us and all that fun stuff. The gymnastics competition, the friends needing help, it was all part of the plan. He needed a reason to get us to San Antonio and he needed a reason for us to just randomly go to a completely different town at 11:30 p.m. He knew he wanted to propose before midnight so that it wouldn’t be on actual Valentine’s Day. I love that. He knew I wouldn’t have wanted to get engaged on the actual day. Gotta hand it to him. He really did plan and try to throw me off . I had no earthly idea we would be getting engaged that weekend. Of course we had talked about it, but I had no idea when it was actually coming.
All I remember is running upstairs and my parents following me. (They had to leave the following day because of an event my brother had in New Orleans!) I didn’t see anyone that weekend. I was seriously sick. Not just food poisoning, not just a 24 hour bug, but THE stomach bug. I woke up a couple of times and J was laying there right by my side. Even though I still wonder sometimes if he should have found a better time to propose, I am reminded that every time I woke up the next day he was there. I don’t know if he ever really moved. Things are a little different now and life is a little busier. We aren’t in that new love stage anymore. But God brought me a man that five months after meeting me wanted to spend his life with me. It was a weird, awful, hilarious way to get engaged, but even through being so incredibly gross that weekend, he stayed right next to me. He still does and I will be forever grateful for the man that loves me through anything.
So, if you are waiting for your man, just got engaged and it wasn’t what you thought it would be, or are wondering why your life doesn’t look like the girls next to you? Just stop worrying, wondering, and comparing.
J came into my life completely unexpectedly and I wasn’t prepared. It was the perfect timing.
I didn’t get engaged the way I thought I would, but it was perfect in a very weird way.
I did compare for a long time. I didn’t have the photos I wanted of our engagement, or any at all for that matter. Now, I have so many photos I don’t know what to do with them all.
We’ve had adventure after adventure. I’ve realized now that I wouldn’t change a thing. It’s our silly story and I love it.
**We haven’t stopped there since this. I just can’t yet. Ha!
P.S. He had planned to propose in the gazebo in the center of town. My Dad and I had seen a wedding there and it was magical. The whole city center is lit up with Christmas lights and looks like Stars Hollow. It would’ve been cute. It was so thoughtful of him to know that it was a special to me and to think of including my Dad in some way. Since he was my first my love. Besides my mom. But you get what I mean with that Father/Daughter relationship.
P.P.S. Bubs was born on February 13th. I wouldn’t have changed a thing. This is such a special date to us. I love all the meaning around Valentine’s Day and am so grateful to have a beautiful little boy and one that was born on an already very special day.