I’m going to marry my best friend on November 2nd.
We officially got engaged on Saturday, September 7th and I am telling you I was/am so excited!
I’ve been through a string of bad first dates and not understanding even for a second what people meant when they said “I’m dating my best friend” or “I’m marrying my best friend.” Well you see I have been dating for 10 years, and had no reason to believe that one day it would all work out. At 26, I had lost faith in the male gender and believed all the good ones were taken.
I will admit, I thought ‘they’ were foolish and crazy. Mostly I thought ‘they’ were lying.
Then over the course of couple months “this guy” kept popping up at the motel I worked at. Calling in to make reservations, random conversations about his full name and his amazing ability to remember details, borrowing my charger for his iPad, and then one day the “phone number” exchange.
After the first date I thought, where did this guy come from?
After the second I thought, he can’t always be this nice.
After the third, I decided never to see him again. Because I was afraid, I didn’t want to let him in and I sure didn’t want him to know that he could hurt me.
Texas discovered walls I didn’t even know I had built.
I went out with him again and tried to stop seeing him multiple times after that.
The problem was he never reacted the way I expected him to. The way he was supposed to.
His reactions were full of kindness and a need to understand.
When we ran head first into walls that were built because others had treated me so badly, he never got angry, he never said it wasn’t fair or reacted in a way that made me feel ashamed of how I was feeling.
It is always ok to feel whatever I am feeling and to talk about it. Then talk about it again if I need to.
You see, I think I just KNEW he was something special. Knew that I was going to fall in love and that one day I would wake up and realize I had been foolish again. I thought I would one day realize that he wasn’t what I thought he was.
Until Texas, I had never known what it meant to be treated like I was loved by someone I was dating.
Before Texas I didn’t know what it was like to be respected, appreciated… I didn’t know that I had never dated someone who was kind to me.
He is so kind.
I consider Texas one of the biggest blessings that ever came into my life. The timing was definitely a tender mercy.
The night he asked my Dad if he could marry me my Dad came inside, gave me a hug, said; “congratulations.”
Then he said the thing that has stuck out the most to me. It was like a light bulb went off for me and my World tilted to the side.
He said “he was worth the wait, wasn’t he.”
It was a statement, not a question and it was definitely true.
This is the only picture (besides of the ring) I have of us from the day of the proposal. I'm saving the ring picture for the engagement story. :) To be delivered soon!
We went to the Texas vs BYU football game! It rained buckets... just for the record. I was a trooper. Best