First, let me preface this story with some background information...
When I met my husband, I was emotionally starved (figuratively and literally). Fresh out of a break up, tired of heartbreak after heartbreak, I finally broke down. To add insult to injury (literally and figuratively), my dad landed himself a month stint in the hospital, including 11 days of sedation (thanks to a motorcycle accident...punctured lung, broken ribs, broken pelvis, exposed bone... you name it, he had it). I was jaded, guarded, tired...and 15 pounds lighter.
(Please note: Those are the SAME skinny pants. Before in May, After in July for my 25th birthday. I still can't believe they were baggy!)
So here's the story...
I went home wondering if I could have done anything differently. Yup, still thinking about him. (That never happens.) I turned on my computer, I logged into Facebook... new message. From Mercedes (who can forget a name like that). Thank you facebook. I knew his cousin, so he facebook stalked me. I HAD to like him, because I wasn't creeped out.
It took some time for me to let go of old hurt and to let love in. I fought it. I denied that I was falling for him. I kept telling myself I wasn't ready. I was supposed to enjoy the single life! But I guess God had other plans. For the first time, I had found someone who loves me for my flaws, rather that "in spite of them". I could be my true self --quirks and all. Love had found me...even though I wasn't looking.
On May 25, 2007, he slipped me a paper that read, "Will you be my girlfriend? Yes/No" (reminiscent of grade school, I know). And on that day I checked yes, and I let love in.
Engagement photos by Tere Schubert PhotographyCan you guess how he proposed?