As John and I sat and watched, "He's Just Not That Into You" last night, along came a scene where a newly married bride was arguing with her husband about his "hesitation" at the alter. John laughed, turned to me, and said, remember how you hesitated? This to me is not that comical, and I voiced that to him. Nonetheless, he continued to laugh and suggested that I share with all of my blog stalkers the story of the night we became "officially" engaged.
April 6th was the day, or the night rather. John had gotten off work late, or so he had said, and so I had decided that for once, maybe I should actually use the treadmill that sits in my basement. After my run, along came my lovely boyfriend at the time, explaining to me how he was 'so thirsty' and therefore we needed to make a Maverik run to get him some Dr. Pepper. No big deal, so we go, me still in running attire, and come back. Park in what is known as our family's parking lot, aka across the street, and John seemed to be taking his sweet little time. So I stood at the front of the Jeep, waiting, so we could cross together. My back was to him and he says, "Emma...I have a question." Thinking this to be a little out of the blue, I turned around and said, "...Yeah?" He then proceeds to get on one knee and asked if I would marry him. What was my response. "Are you serious?" Not only once did I say this, but about four or five times, and he just looked at me and was like "Um...Yes?" And of course then I said Yes, and I have never been that estatic in my entire life.
So now you know what my "hesitation" according to John is. I don't think it was hesitation at all. I was most definitely shocked out of my brain. I had myself convinced that I wasn't getting my ring for at least another week. I knew that John had purchased it, and I knew that it was in his possession, but my Dad was leaving for a week and I was sure that he wouldn't do it while he was gone, and to my knowledge he hadn't even asked my father yet (he had done it the day after he got the ring) so to say that I was caught off guard is an understatement. Mission accomplished for him.