On Monday my boyfriend proposed to me. In the cutest, sweetest, I-had-no-idea kinda way. That morning he was relaxed and calm, and gave no impression that today would be any different than the next. He played hooky from work and we decided to play a round of golf. As I was lining up my shot to sink my putt, I peeked in the hole and saw a velvet box.
The only way to describe the next couple of hours was SURREAL. As the words he had been thinking of saying for the past 6 months came flowing out of his mouth, I felt like I had gone deaf. I truly don't remember exactly what he said. I just know I was very emotional and I couldn't stop crying. Although we have talked marriage a bunch of times, nothing could have prepared me for that moment.
Has much changed since he popped the question? Yes, I think it has. We still live together, but I wake up about every hour and stare at the bling on my finger. I still go through my daily routine, but now my thoughts are consumed with ideas and list making.
After the giddiness died down, Scott and I, talked about the new LABEL we have: FEE.ON.SAY.
For some reason that word is a bit too fancy schmancy for us. I'm still good with him being my Scotchy, and me being his love love.
Happy Memorial Day everyone. Now, I gotta start planning!
This shot was taken a few minutes after he popped the question.
