So, I finally wrote in my journal yesterday with all the deets of our engagement story. I know it’s late. But better late than never right?
Since I didn’t have this blog when we were engaged, I thought I’d share the story with you.
Background: We had talked about marriage, but hadn’t set any dates or planned anything. We also didn’t want that long of an engagement, and T.J. said he didn’t have money for a ring, so I figured he wouldn’t propose for a month or so. But back in December, we had looked at rings and I just was so eager to get engaged and start the planning! Oh and one last thing, since we had talked about marriage, I wanted to the proposal to be a complete surprise. I’m not a fan of the cheese. I just wanted it to be all of a sudden and out of the blue.
It was Friday January 8th, T.J. took me to Red Robin for dinner. While we were waiting to be seated, we walked through mall (I bought an amazing down coat–another awesome thing from the night) and when we were in Gap, I saw T.J.’s feet dancing in the dressing room and heard him snapping and singing. I asked him,
“T, are you dancing?”
“Uh… yeah… I just had a good day at work.” (Really he was excited for the rest of the evening.)
Strange, but that’s why I love him.
I was pretty tired after dinner so we just went home for a while and watched The Office. All night he talked about how he wanted to go to Chili’s to get our favorite lava cake dessert. I was kind of confused why we would go to another restaurant that night, especially after eating a lot of dinner, but he was so persistent. He just said he was craving it and so I went along.
When we got to Chili’s, we ordered and he left to go the restroom (he actually went and arranged with the waiter what he wanted to happen). When our cake came out, there was a note addressed to me. I looked around thinking someone “sent me a note” like a mormon version of “sending over a drink” or something flirtatious like that. Then I looked at T.J. and asked,
“Wait, is this from you.”
He nodded. I opened it up and thought he was just being cute like normal. Sometimes he writes me notes and poems, so I didn’t think anything was up.
There was a poem inside (his Grandpa used it to propose as well), but I couldn’t finish reading because I noticed T.J. reaching in his coat pocket.
“T.J. what are you doing? WHAT are you doing?!?”
He didn’t say anything back, he just nervously smiled, eyes wide, eyebrows raised.
Kneeling down on one knee, he asked if I would marry him… Or something like that, we don’t really remember the wording. And I don’t remember if I said yes right away, I just met him on the ground, kissed and hugged him.
We were so excited/anxious/nervous to eat our cake. I couldn’t get the fork to my mouth without making a mess.
Anyway, it was great. I was completely surprised and loved how it was out of the blue and random. Oh and he arranged with his coworker, Abby, so she could take pictures of the whole thing. I didn’t even realize she was there until after he proposed!
You forgot the part where I convinced/tricked/lied to you so you were thrown off track and had no idea it would happen.