So. Friday. Well.
In my mind, Friday was going to be a day to celebrate my fella. We had friends and family coming over to my parents' house to join us for a mini taco bar I created, an abundance of the fella's favorite sides, mini cheesecakes, Madelines, TCBY cake, an assortment of pumpkin beers, etc.
Guests began trickling in around 3:00 to fill their plates and our hearts with their company. I was begging the fella to open his gifts, because I knew mine was going to blow him away. He hails from Maine, so I'd gifted him with a trip to Boston and Maine in mid-October and wrapped a Hot Wheels plane for him and this sweet Etsy print. He was perfectly excited, and it inspired a small musical number. We had a delightful soundtrack of Amy Grant, Michael W. Smith and Steven Curtis Chapman serenading us in the background, and I may have been overly excited about it... (yep, stone cold sober. For real). Even after that moving performance, the fella decided he still wanted to be with me.
Performers get both exhausted and sweaty (you can see the upper lid sweat beading up during the chorus)
, so I excused myself to freshen up in my parents' bathroom. The fella stopped in to admire my golden pipes, tell me I was beautiful and affirm his love for me. Thinking nothing much of it, because, let's face it, all the things he said were true, I took a few more minutes before rejoining the party.
When I got back the opening chords of Amy Grant's "I Have Decided" were ringing through the speakers, and y'all better know that that's one of my all time favorite songs, so I began to summon my inner songbird once again. The fella tried shushing me gently then increasingly firmly after I refused to listen to his authority. He finally told me to be quiet because he wanted to say something. He began to thank our friends and family who were gathered in the kitchen for coming to spend his birthday with him, then he turned to me to thank me for hosting and planning the shindig. His tone shifted as he thanked me for honoring him and blessing him. Finally, he told me that there was only one thing I could do to honor him more, and he sank to his knee, choking up and asked me to be his wife!
Tearfully, emotionally and excitedly I said yes, yes, yes. My sister, in the chaos, had managed to grab her camera and snap a few pictures when she realized what was happening. I'm so thankful that she was able to be home for it, and that she kept her wits about her long enough to take these shots.