Nope not the movie - the day Andrew (finally) proposed!! Today marks 3 years from the day I walked into Andrew's apartment in Macon to find a dozen yellow roses (my favorite) and a note that sent me on a wild goose hunt.
First stop was at the kitchen table, second stop was at the kitchen counter, third stop wasn't part of Andrew's plan but it was at the bathroom which was locked with the fan on as a means of tricking me...it worked, I figured he was in there so I beat on the door and yelled at him, fourth stop was in the bedroom where I found a ring box but not "the ring box" this was a fake with another note, fifth stop was back at the bathroom to yell some more, sixth stop was in the living room where he came out of hiding and met me in his suit with tears in his eyes. For those of you wondering...he was hiding in the laundry room and crawled out while I was in the bedroom and beating on the bathroom door.
I can't remember exactly what he said, but I do know that it he said something about wanting me to accept all his med school debt - just kidding - he wanted me to be his wife and the mother of his children. Of course I said, "Yes and would you please stand up!" Then I asked, "What does the ring look like? I am crying to hard to see it. And did you wait until you knew I wasn't packing "Church Clothes" anymore, just in case?" He just laughed, told me that the ring was exactly what I wanted (he was right) and said, "No, I waited until you stopped pestering me daily about it."
It was a wonderful day and a day neither of us will forget - especially since I still have each of the handwritten notes that he used to send me on this crazy adventure. If I had the camera I would load other pictures from that day, but I don't have it now, so I will add some more later. But do note that the clothes that I am wearing were the nicest thing I had with me...go figure.
The best part of this whole story actually happened on the Wednesday before he proposed. He was staying with Jimbo helping out on the farm. I went up to visit for the afternoon and was quizzed no less than 10 times about being superstitious in regards to Friday, the 13th. I sounded like a broken record by the end of the day - I said over and over again - "nope not at all. I am not a crazy baseball player like you." Poor Jimbo, he was about to fall out laughing and I think started to get worried that Andrew was going to blow the whole thing with the repeated question. I was too slow to catch on and Jimbo never blew the cover either!
Oh and lastly - we are still working on perfecting the "wife" thing - once we get it down we will worry about the "mother" part so it will be a while!
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