That being said, the
beau fiance accomplished quite a feat.
It all started last Tuesday when CSB suggested he cook dinner and then go to Chihuly at Cheekwood (a current artist's event going on in Nashville) on Thursday night. I had, only hours previously, made plans to go see some friends and let their oldest daughter meet Paisley. I brushed off not being able to go, insisting we could just have a late dinner and watch Grey's on the couch instead. He wasn't too thrilled that I had made plans but I didn't think much about it.
My dad came into town to visit on Wednesday night and CSB and I bought steaks, potatoes, and asparagus. We ended up having dinner out, leaving us with steaks that needed to be cooked. I suggested we grill out Thursday and CSB was in agreement. Or so I thought.
I called CSB when I got off work on Thursday. He was in Publix. As in the grocery store. My first question: "Why in the world are you at the grocery?" Followed by a slightly annoyed, "We have steaks in the fridge." CSB's very casual response, "I wanted to mix it up, don't worry about it." OK, I'll not worry about it.
I proceeded with my visiting and got home around 7:00, still in my scrubs. CSB was in the kitchen and immediately forbade me from entering. He directed me to the kitchen table which was set with flowers, wine, bread, and my favorite salad. CSB is often thoughtful and makes dinner, brings home flowers, etc. so I was not suspicious in the least.
(I promise, I am getting to the good stuff!)
We enjoyed our salad and a little wine. While eating CSB insisted I save room for dessert. I agreed, and finished my salad. Next came homemade shrimp and grits (One of my all absolute favorite meals). While eating, CSB once again insisted I save room for dessert. (Um, am I eating too fast or something?) I agreed, and the moment I took my last bite CSB swept the plates off the table and announced it was dessert time. "Let's have a glass of wine and eat dessert later," I suggested. To which CSB replied something to the affect of "no, let's have it now."
I was sent to the couch with my glass of wine. After some rustling in the kitchen I was directed to close my eyes. And keep them closed. I complied, like a good girlfriend. I opened my eyes and CSB was down on one knee, in the living room, and grabbed my hand.
I was speechless. I remember "I cannot imagine not spending the rest of my life with you," "I love you," and "will you marry me?"
Between tears and finally taking a breath I said "YES!" I then noticed a plate with my favorite cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory and a ring box on the table in front of me. It could have been a ring from a Cracker Jacks box and I wouldn't have cared.
The rest of our evening was filled with phone calls to family, friends, and a few drinks to celebrate.
I am very blessed to have such an amazing young man in my life and CANNOT wait to spend the rest of my life learning, laughing, and loving with him.
I AM GETTING MARRIED!
We didn't get that many pictures in all the excitement... Here's an "afterthought". As in I'd already taken a bite of cheesecake, ha.
Sean calling friends and family. We were both absolutely giddy!
I am a little weird about posting pictures of the ring. However, I'm going to share. I don't know, I mean, obviously I want to show it off to the world because he did well.
It. is. GORGEOUS. And the ring of my dreams!