On this day in history, in the year 2009 (seriously how is that six years ago), Jordan asked me to marry him.
I’m honestly not sure if I would remember the exact date, except he chose a day that already stands out to me, since my favorite Backstreet Boy also celebrates his birthday today (Happy Birthday, Brian!). OK my 14-year-old self is showing. (I should mention my embarrassment at the fact that it is also Kurt Cobain’s birthday. My taste in music was shameful. What can I say. I WAS 14.)
I know I’ve written about it on this blog before, but I’ll give you the reader’s digest version:
It was a cold Friday night, and we were at an indoor pool party. Jordan was being quiet, and I thought he was mad at me for taking him to a pool party in the dead of winter. But we didn’t stay too long- Jordan had some other plans in mind.
He took me to the same burger place we went to on our first date, got some hot chocolate, and continued reliving that first date. I was completely and entirely oblivious to the idea of him proposing that night (despite the whole first date reenactment, which is usually a pretty big tell). We had been dating for 4 months, and had yet to even mention the ‘M’ word. I really had no reason to suspect.
But I still knew already. I knew I could marry him. And barring any weird, dark secret Jordan was withholding from me, I knew we probably would get married. I just didn’t know he had already bought the ring.
I realized he wasn’t mad about a mid-February pool party. He was nervous about asking this girl to marry him. He told me he had a surprise for me, and the surprise was a big adventure. Hard at times, but worth it in the end. (His proposal was a big inspiration on the naming of this blog). I said yes, and we stayed up until 4 in the morning talking about what life will be like together. And it’s better than I could have even imagined. Cheesy and I don’t care. I love this kid.
Photo cred: Miesh Photography