That Time I Got Engaged...

Have you ever gotten the feeling that there are people scheming all around you, but you just can't figure out what they're up to? I didn't get that feeling. At all.

So, I mentioned my boyfriend in passing on here in my "You know you're a writer when..." post back in November. I don't usually post about personal stuff on here (like "relationshippy" stuff) because I just don't have a whole lot to say about it. Lol. I love my boyfriend and we don't have drama and we don't take selfies, so there's just not much to post, really. Anyway, that being said, this is my first relationship post in this blog's history.

This Christmas, my boyfriend and I celebrated our one year anniversary. If you ask him, he'd probably tell you that I "trapped" him last Christmas by inviting him to Christmas dinner with my family because he couldn't go home for the holidays due to work scheduling. Well, last Christmas, I got a boyfriend. This year, he became my fiancé. :)

I'll keep the story short and sweet. Promise.

Everyone knew about this except me -and I mean EVERYONE. Get this. My friends from my former college (who have never met Nick) knew because his grandmother's best friend told MY friend's dorm supervisor who told her who told our other friend. So really. Everyone. Except me. I didn't even suspect anything.

It started with a joke. He'd told me he was going to get me Froot Loops for Christmas because I love them and he thinks that's funny because I'm 21. I don't get it, but he's mature and all so whatever. Maybe I'll understand when I grow up. Well, sure enough... My first present from my boyfriend on our on year Christmas anniversary was a box of Froot Loops. Sweet. Literally... but... well...?

"I have something else for you, of course," he said, handing me a gift bag. When I opened it, I was happy to find a BEAUTIFUL journal. I'm a writer, so I love journals more than coffee... which is a lot.

I was happy with that, of course, but then he said, "I wrote something for you on the inside." Again. I'm a writer. I love letters more than coffee... which is a lot.



This little note, however, is the absolute best one I've ever been given -and I really didn't see it coming. Lol. All I know is I read it, looked up, and saw Nick on his knee.

Naturally, I said "Yes" because... well... I love that boy. :)

My mother bought this a couple of weeks ago on a shopping trip while I was WITH. Well played, Mama. Well Played. :)

 

But seriously? Is that not a romantic way to propose to a writer? I'm blessed. :)