It's been 2 months since James and I got engaged and I've been meaning to to write a blog about our proposal since our engagement, but I've been disgustingly busy. At the end of most days, I'm too tired or lazy to write. But now I'm on vacation and I've got lots of time so here's the story.
The week we got engaged, James suggested we go on a date since we hadn't been on one in a while. He suggested the Beachside Bar and Grill and I said sure since I'd never been there. On Saturday we slept in and James left for a few hours to go buy "beard trimming supplies" with one of our co-workers, Dave. I later found out that they were at the restaurant setting everything up. And in retrospect, I should've suspected something. Beard trimming supplies? Really?
The reservation was for 7pm (I think) and James said he'd pick me up at 6:45. It was 6:50 and I was still waiting. I called James and he said he had just gotten out of the shower and was on his way. W got to the restaurant and we were seated indoors with a view of the ocean and the pier. After a few minutes James left to go to the restroom. I waited for the server to come to our table...and she didn't come for what felt like 10 minutes. In my head I was just thinking about the tip I wouldn't be giving her. When she finally came, she said, "I was told to give this to you," handed me a journal, and ran off. In the journal was a poem from James. At this point, I still didn't suspect anything because he had written me poems before so I just thought it was a sweet gesture. At the end of the poem, he wrote, "I think you know what happens next...I have a question for you," and there were directions on how to get to him. So I went outside and there was a trail of calla lilies which are my favorite flowers. I followed the trail and there was a little girl was picking up my flowers. She was lucky I was already near the end of the trail or else I would've said something.
I got to the end of the trail and there was James standing in the middle of tea lights and lanterns under the pier. We didn't say much before he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. Of course I said yes, but not without getting emotional and teary-eyed. Then all of a sudden I hear camera clicking noises and there was Dave taking a bajillion photos. I actually saw him on my way to James, but he had his back toward me and I had more important things on my mind so I didn't think much of it. We also saw Ben and Katie who just happened to be hanging out there.
After our photoshoot, we finally went back in the restaurant and ordered our dinner. We called all of our friends and family to tell them the good news.
And that's pretty much it. Now it's been 2 months and we haven't done a whole lot in regards to wedding planning. James is fine with that, but I'm getting antsy. There is so much you have to do for a Catholic wedding. Hopefully we'll be able to get more done in the next few months. Stay tuned :)
