June 2, 2014

proposal story: part II

If you didn't read proposal story: part I, take a few minutes to catch up.

"He opened the door to the truck, I stepped out and..."
I saw this. It was the most beautiful scene I had ever seen in my life. I couldn't believe how pretty my family's feed store looked...for a second I had to check and make sure I wasn't on a movie set. I saw my favorite flowers, twinkling lights, place settings for two, and music playing in the background. I was in awe as he pulled out my chair and told me he had to prepare supper.  He went inside and came back out with a pot full of Spaghettios and meatballs (the same meal we had on my birthday five years ago).  He poured us Mountain Dew from old glass bottles and we ate supper while talking about the day.  Soon, I began to realize that the picnic table and chairs, the picnic basket... were all things he used for my birthday five years ago. I couldn't believe that he had remembered so many of the little things that I loved. After supper, he went back inside and came out with two plates of smores...one of my favorite desserts.  To say the least, they were messy and we laughed at the amount of chocolate and marshmallow all over our fingers.  

He mentioned that he wanted me to go out front with him to pick out a hanging basket for his momma for Mother's Day (just like old times), but before that, I insisted that we went to see the baby ducks we had gotten in earlier that week.  He and I both love animals, so we spent some time looking at the sweet babies before we started walking out front to get a hanging basket.  

As I was opening the door, twinkling lights turned on and our favorite Elvis song (Can't Help Falling In Love) started playing. Peyton pulled me in close to him and we started dancing under the lights. He began telling me how much he loved me and how life was full of happiness with me in it...next thing I know, he is down on one knee asking me to be his wife.

In complete shock I responded with a YES and wrapped my arms around him. I was so excited to know that this man, my first true love was going to be my husband, something that I had written about in my diary five years earlier.  
Afterwards,we hugged, kissed, jumped up and down, danced...you know, all those things that newly engaged couples do right after the proposal. At this point, it was close to midnight and I knew it was too late to call anyone so we spent some time together discussing all of the lies he told me that week, how he asked my momma and daddy, and how he got a set of keys to the store before I ever did. 

We both decided that every once in a while, in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.

Ours just happened to be in the form of a hanging basket.