(Photo Credit: his mother and my future mother-in-law)
If you look really close, there’s a rock on my left hand. No really. there is. Squint your eyes. Scoot you face close to the monitor. There. See it? Or you could just click on the picture to make it bigger :) Here’s the story of how it got there.
Everyone’s been asking to hear the story, so those of you who already know will just have to bear with me as I take you step by step through the process of how we were engaged.
Phase 1:
We went out to eat in a city not so far away from us. I ate more than he did. (Not a surprise. Those that know me know I eat all the time. :) ) We left. How’s that for a quaint story? Perfect time to propose to me, eh?
But it doesn’t end there. And he didn’t propose there.
On our way home, police lights lit up the sky.
Phase 2:
I, having never been pulled over, only jumped out of my skin. As the cop came over the megaphone, I knew we were goners.
Though we had done nothing wrong. I went over a checklist in my head: seatbelts? check. Not texting? check. Not speeding? Well, I didn’t think so. Maybe that’s what this was all about.
The cop REALLY liked that megaphone (or loud speaker or whatever that thing is called), and he told the driver to step out of the vehicle. Thankfully, I wasn’t the driver (I’d have fainted.) I stayed right where I was not wanting to make a sudden move lest I be shot by the cop like happens on the famous show dealing with real-life situations.
I frantically texted my mother. Assuring her that, though I was certain we’d be either getting a ticket or going to jail, we had done nothing wrong.
When the megaphone-loving cop asked for my license, I contemplated bolting. But with legs as strong as a piece of yarn, I figured I’d never outrun him. So I gave my license. After telling me the ticket was for reckless operation, he asked if I’d sign the ticket when he cleared my license because my boyfriend was too nervous.
When he went to clear my license, my thoughts went everywhere. Not being familiar with the consequence for reckless operation, I was sure as sure can be that ONE or BOTH of us were going to jail. But if that cop just gave us a ticket, I’d personally spit-shine his shoes.
Though I could think of nothing we did wrong.
When the cop came back, he showed me where to sign. I signed (shaking like a leaf…not taking the time to read the ticket because it was hidden under other tickets. Amateur mistake…).
He asked for the registration to the truck. I open the glove box. And guess what was there…THE RING BOX!
There it was, and this stupid traffic stop and megaphone-loving cop had totally RUINED the surprise I was SURE my boyfriend had planned for later!
Sigh. How little did I know.
Phase 3:
The cop tells me to open it to make sure it isn’t contraband. I open in a way that I wouldn’t see the ring. Because I didn’t want to ruin the surprise. (Kind of thrusted it at the cop…in a SEE, WE DO NOT HAVE CONTRABAND! kind of way :) )
In a chain of events, the ticket is pulled out, and on the ticket that I had signed, was the question most girls are born waiting for…
As it turns out, the megaphone-loving cop was my boyfriend’s good friend. And this was all a set up. And this WAS the surprise moment when he’d decide to ask if I’d marry him.
I said yes, of course. :) Or else, there wouldn’t be that rock I talked about on my left hand.
The funniest part of the night to me was when we were leaving, the guy I’m going to marry tells the other police people (who’d come up to watch the events unfold…as this was planned and they knew the plans because they thought it was really some big time criminal getting pulled over for reckless operation…), “Y’all can just stay here. Because as soon as y’all leave, she’s going to kill me!”
So that’s how the rock got on my left hand.
Now, let’s answer a few questions:
1)No. We haven’t set a date for the wedding. You’ll be notified when we do :)
2) We know this happened pretty quickly. We don’t need to be reminded. Thanks though :) When you know, you know. And we know.
3) Yes, we’ve both been in prayer about this and those surrounding us have been in prayer as well. We would never dream of being outside of God’s will.
Thanks:
Thanks for the many prayers and thoughts and well-wishes we’ve received. We appreciate them from the bottom of our heart. Also, thanks to our fabulous parents and those who have helped shape us into the young people we are today. We appreciate you taking this journey with us.
The End.
