It was November 19th and I was on my way to what I thought was a surprise party for my dad’s work anniversary. My family had me convinced that I should be dressed to impress, as we would be “having our picture taken for the newspaper.” After about a fifteen minute drive, I look up to see that we are stopped at a gazebo with a handsome man, my handsome man, Jake – standing underneath. My dad, who was driving at the time, looked back at me as I was stammering and trying to figure out the words I needed to ask to get someone to tell me what was going on. He smiled and told me “I’m letting you go. Now get out before I change my mind.”
Jake opened the door to the truck and escorted me towards the gazebo, which I noticed was lit with Christmas lights and surrounded by pink rose petals. My heart fluttered out of my chest and I haven’t stopped smiling since. It wasn’t until after the ring was on my finger (which, by the way, far exceeded any ring expectations I had) that I noticed the sound of the camera and the photographer snapping our special moment. Jake suggested that we go ahead and go to the “surprise dinner for my dad” so we headed a few blocks downtown.
Just as I thought my surprise was over, we opened the door to a romantically lit, private restaurant filled with both of our families and a few of our closest friends. We ate, drank, reminisced and celebrated the night away at that small-town restaurant on the square. To say it seemed like a fairy-tale would be far too cliche and understated. Jake’s proposal was an incredible start to not only our journey through wedding planning, but also our journey through life. Together.