The Story of Us: The proposal.

October 06, 2009

I woke up on Wednesday, September 30, 2009, feeling no different than the day before. Just loved, like I had felt the previous few months.

I dressed up more than usual only because my laundry was piling up and my options were slim. I picked out a flowing black dress with a satin sash. Dresses are always my go-to option when laundry is in the works.

I walked into the Starbucks I frequent and they asked if I wanted my usual. I said yes, but that I only wanted a grande. I had slept well the night before and decided a venti was unnecessary.

I worked throughout the morning and decided that on my lunch break I would go get a manicure. I knew the question was coming soon, so my hands needed to be prepared for pictures. I know, I'm a girl. I got my fifteen dollar manicure at lunch and headed back to the office to knock out the afternoon.

In the afternoon, I talked to The Boy online. He wasn't acting his normal self and was saying some things that were a little off. I was slightly suspicious. At about five o'clock, I started to pack up to head home. Two of my co-workers separately grabbed my attention to go over projects that they were working on. I had nothing to do with these projects, but they wanted my input anyway. After a couple of ideas thrown this direction, and a couple of misspelled words caught in the other direction, I told them I was leaving.

"Why?" one of them asked.

"Because it's five o'clock and I am not up for staying late today," I said back.

"But why?"

And I looked at her, smiled and headed out to my car. I drove home and called The Boy as I was pulling into my complex. He sounded out of breath like he had just run a marathon. I asked where he was and he said he was on his way home from work. We were supposed to go to Bible Study that night and didn't need to leave for at least another hour and a half. I asked what the plans were for the evening and he said he was going to go home, change and come over to pick me up. Right away I wondered why he would be coming over so quickly.

I also looked for his car, but didn't see it.

I head up the steps to my condo and unlocked the door. As I open it, I see red and white rose petals scattered throughout the entry way into the living room and down the hall. I knew exactly what was happening.


I turn out of the entry way and see the glow of tea light candles on every surface. The Boy is sitting at the kitchen table with a vase of flowers behind him, rose petals surrounding his feet and beyond, and a letter and card flanking the opposite edge of the table.

I stand on the other side of the table and drop my purse. I was shocked. I asked him what he wanted me to do.

"Come in and sit down. I have a couple notes that I need you to read."

I sit in the chair and I'm shaking. And burning hot. I ask if the air is on, and he said it was. My skin was on fire.

I pick up the first note, a letter. It was written on the sermon notes page from the Sunday before when we went to church together. I had seen him writing this in church not knowing what it was. In his own handwriting was reason after reason of the things he loved about me.

I love the way you look.

I love the way you smile.

I love how you walk into a room.

I love that I get to spend the rest of my life with you.

...just to name a few. When I finished reading it, I asked him what was next. He asked me to read the card and I read his honest words once again.

When I was done with the card, I put it back in the envelope. Still shaking. Still hot. Still smiling.

The Boy picked up a box from beside him and got down on one knee. He asked me to close my eyes as he slipped a ring on my finger and asked, "Jordan, will you marry me?"

I opened my eyes and said, "Yes." I looked a the ring. It was the ring we had looked at a couple weeks prior. It was the first ring I had tried on and it was the last ring I would ever try on.

He told me we had dinner reservations at Maggiano's and we left hand in hand to enjoy our abundance of pasta, bread and wine. Phone calls were made and texts were sent on the way to and from.

On the way back, we stopped at the Bible Study that we had missed out on. We walked into a room of twenty girls that knew our story and had prayed for me since the moment they knew me. I sat at the front with The Boy and told them the story of how he asked me to marry him. We were prayed over and blessed and the ring was ogled over.

We ended the evening with a trip to YogurtLand, excited to embark on the next part of our story.

I didn't know three months prior to this that this is how our story would develop. I knew it was going to be a happy ending, or I wouldn't have started writing it, but I could never imagine the places that it would take us and just how quickly it would take us there.
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  1. that gave me CHILLS!!

    I am sooo happy for you!!

    and he did good!!

  2. Jordan,
    I'm so excited for you and Chris! Brian is in port right now so he got to hear the great news too! Love you so much and praying that the Lord blesses your marriage. He is so faithful!

  3. Oh my gosh, that was so sweet! Congratulations, happy wedding planning.


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