First of all, I apologize for the lack of blogging. I've had good intentions, but I really want to start a new blog and I'm having trouble creating it. Blogger is so confusing, and I get frustrated. But I really need to make more time for blogging, since big things are happening.
Back to May 10th.
It was a Friday and it couldn't have gotten there any sooner. I put in a loooong week at work. Tension was high because rumor around the school building was that a Kindergarten position was going to open up. I don't have a teaching license yet, but because I'm in graduate school to earn my Master's in Teaching, I can apply for certified positions and apply for my provisional license. Rumors literally swirled for about two months about this position, and I felt like every day I was riding an emotional roller coaster. Because of some things I heard right before I left the building, I left work crying. It was also finals week, so I had been carrying that stress around with me as well, but I was just DONE by 3:30 on Friday, and I left work a sobbing mess.
Dylan had been talking all week about how we needed to celebrate the end of finals (he's in school, too) by going out on Friday night in Fort Smith to eat sushi and drink wine. I was sooooo tired and so I sent him a text, asking if we could celebrate on Saturday night instead.
Dylan was at a long drill weekend in Fort Smith. He had been there since Wednesday night, and he can't have his phone on him at work, so I couldn't call. So I got my momma on the line, and just vented, and cried and sobbed. She kept saying I needed to relax and unwind and that I should just redo my make up, pack a bag, and head to Fort Smith to spend some time with Dylan.
So I did. I went home, took my dear sweet time getting ready, and started to head down to the Fort. Dylan had sent me a text at this point saying it was really important to him that we go out that night, not Saturday night.
Dylan really wanted me there at 6:30, but I didn't even leave my house until after 6:30, so I didn't get to Fort Smith until 7:30. I talked to him a couple of times on the way there, and he kept asking, "where are you now?" which wasn't completely out of the ordinary, but it was a little strange...
When I finally got there, he met me in the hotel parking lot and carried my bag up. I told him I HAD to spend about 15 minutes on the computer before we went out to eat because I had a final paper due at midnight for an online class. It was finished, I just had to submit it which was kind of a process and I'd been putting it off for a couple days.
I was so frustrated trying to figure out the online submission thing, sitting on the couch in the hotel room, when Dylan handed me two tickets he bought to ride the Ferris wheel down town. He said they expired at 8:00 so we had better get down there. I gave up on the paper submission at that point and decided I'd just do it after dinner.
Our hotel was down town, so we set out on foot and walked a few blocks to this beautiful West End park where there was Ferris wheel and carousel overlooking the river. The sun was setting. It was beautiful.
As we approached the Ferris wheel, I thought it was odd that it was empty. There were people down below, but no one riding. We hopped on, and rode to the tip top.
I'm not going to lie. I was scared. We had been on that Ferris wheel last summer. It was built in 1918 and while it was beautiful, it was really rickety and old. I held on tight and refused to look anywhere but straight ahead.
Dylan kept asking me to calm down and look at him. I kept saying no. When he finally got my attention, I heard the words,
"WILL YOU MARRY ME?"
I said, "no," because that question is popped often in our relationship in a joking manner any time I do something "cute."
He told me he was serious this time, and pointed over to the lawn beneath the Ferris wheel, and this is what I saw
Our crazy families, and my very best friend and her husband. It was the best sight I'd ever seen.
He pulled the most gorgeous ring out of his pocket and I think my response was, "Is this real?!" It was all real. He kept saying, "it is all real."
And it was! We're ENGAGED!!
My sweet Daddy treated all of us to dinner at La Huerta down town :)
And my momma bought a cake for us to cut into after dinner! We held on to the secret all weekend until Sunday night dinner at my aunt and uncles house where we surprised everyone with the news. Mom bought a huge, beautiful cake to share with everyone. It was such a fun way to tell our news. I wish I had more pictures! I do somewhere... I'll get them on here :)
I am SO excited to start this chapter of my life with Dylan. I can't imagine anyone else to stand by my side during this journey.
I love you, Dyl!
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