Kevin and I met only a little over a year and a half ago. Neither of us had any intentions of dating, we just wanted a friendship. After a few weeks, it was clear that we were just meant for each other, so a mere three months into dating, one night in bed he asked me to marry him and I said, "Yes." So, now we are a year and a few months later - we have survived a job loss and Kevin spending several trips in the hospital. He found another job because his employer had terminated him while in the hospital, but this job took him to training away from home! It was a very difficult period for us.
The first month we did okay, but by the second month we were both miserable and cranky. Things seemed very up in the air. We battled hard, but it seemed to fix everything. By talking things through, we were both so happy to be with one another.
So, on January 24th, 2009, just two months past what I think we both thought was the beginning of the end, things started to change. My fiancé is a restaurant manager and obviously works terrible hours, especially on the weekends. This particular Friday night I was going out with the girls and he was working until at least midnight. When our girl's night was over, I came home and Kevin was on the couch. We spent some time chatting and catching up on our days. He began to look sleepy, so I suggested that it might be time for bed.
Once upstairs and in bed I decided I need to sulk about something. Whenever I sulk, I look away from Kevin at the wall. So, he asks me to turn over and talk to him. In a super pouty voice, I said, "No." He turned me over and said, "You know I love you right?" I responded, "Yes." Kevin proceeded to ask, "So, will you marry me." In a flippant voice, I answered, "I told you a year ago that I would marry you and it hasn't changed. Of course I will marry you." He is pulled out a ring from under the pillow and opened the box. Apparently, awestruck I just stared at the ring, because finally he asked, "Well, are you going to put it on?"
It was a beautiful moment; my Kevin sitting on our bed, cross legged with an engagement ring he had had less than fourteen hours burning a hole in his pocket. And this is so typically us. We are somewhat unconventional. If he had taken me to a super nice restaurant, I would have guessed what was going on. I will take it, I love it and I love us and our unique story!