A year ago today, we got engaged! Today, we’re in Kansas City with Jeff’s family. We did the Worlds of Fun thing yesterday and are going to my first pro football game at KC today. For today, I’ll be a cheer-er for the Chiefs, but for life, I’ll be a fan of Jeff!
Here’s our engagement story for those that don’t know it:
Background Information Needed:
Detail #1: When Jeff and I started dating, I started keeping a log of our dates. A timeline, so to speak. It’s a simple list: it just contains the date, the number date it was and a brief description of what we did. That way, I could look back and remember different things that normally it’d be too easy to forget.
Detail #2: Jeff and I have a running “joke” about how long we could expect to be married. At one point (many months ago), I think I had said that forever seemed like a really long time. 62 years of marriage seemed like a good time to get a “Get Out of Jail Free” card. I’m already 30, so the odds of me getting to 62 years of marriage are a little bit of a long shot. Jeff thinks 62 years is too short; 70 should be the goal – gets me to be at least 100. He also doesn’t ever want a “Get Out of Jail Free” card, no matter how long he would be married. Months ago, I agreed to give up my “Get Out of Jail Free” card rights.
My plan: Saturday, October 24th was going to be our 100th date, based upon my calculations. So I sent Jeff an invitation to a “Surprise date” for that night. His only instruction was to meet me at GAMe’s building at a specific time. I had filled up 100 balloons (with help from some friends!) and put them in a small group room. Certain dates were my favorite, so I wrote the date and a description on gold and silver balloons to set them apart from the rest. After showing him the balloons, we were to walk to dinner to Vincenzo’s in the Old Market (the same one we went to on our 3rd date). After that, we were going to head back to the building to watch a movie (complications prevented us from using either one of our houses hence the whole using the building in the first place). I had also secured a piece of cheesecake from Pudgy’s Pizza, which we’ve been wanting to try.
What really happened: I wrote him a letter (I kind of do that a lot) and left him instructions on the door to read the letter, then come to the small group room where I was at. He read the letter (pretty quickly as he told me later), then came into the small group room. I had the door closed, but he couldn’t open it because his hands were full, so I opened it for him. In his right hand, he had 11 red roses and his left hand was behind his back. He said: “11 red roses. One rose each for the best 11 months of my life.” Then he pulled out his left hand. In his left hand was 1 yellow rose. He held it out and I immediately noticed a ring inside the petals. He got down on one knee and said: “A yellow rose for the next 62 years of my life. Will you marry me?”
My eyes got super huge and my response was something along the lines of “Oh my gosh!”, “Holy buckets!”, “Are you sure?”, “Yes!” all said over and over again. I distinctly remember saying “Oh my gosh” an awful lot.
After that, we looked at all the balloons – talked about the ones that I had written on (as my favorites), agreed that we both had a new favorite (date #100 on 10/24/2009). We did call my mom, sister and brother. His family already knew. We made it to Vincenzo’s (where the waitress thought something was up and asked us if were celebrating a special occasion AND where I ate maybe ¼ of my dinner). We came back to the building, watched the movie (The Thin Man – black and white!), popped all the balloons, and ate ½ of the cheesecake (pretty good!).
The small group room:
Us that night: