I was on vacation with Tim and his family in San Antonio. Now, to fully understand the irony of this story, you must know that I am the most impatient person in the world. Tim and I looked at rings back in March and I had been a mess ever since. Every time we were together between then and the proposal, I was on my toes. After what I thought were perfect opportunities to pop the question came and went I started to give up on it happening this summer. By the time our San Antonio trip arrived, I was done hoping. In fact, the day Tim proposed I had made a very pathetic comment to Tim's middle sister about my disappointment. She sweetly reassured me that he would probably do it closer to school starting and that I shouldn't worry about it. That night, I told Tim that I was done talking about a wedding that wasn't even worth planning yet and that I wanted to enjoy dating, leaving the possibly engagement/wedding talk out of it.
Yeah, I'm a jerk.
Convinced that a ring was not in my near future, Tim and I headed to Fogo de Chao along the Riverwalk to celebrate our anniversary and enjoy some "us" time. If you have not eaten there, bless. Save a small fortune and go. It's amazing.
|I was in culinary heaven.|
|You might recognize the area from "Miss Congenialty." |
One of the stages featured in the movie is right behind the bridge.
When we got to the top, Tim grabbed my hand and started telling me different reasons why he loves me. I thought nothing of it and assumed he was being mushy to make up for making me walk all that way in the Texas heat. However, at the end of his little speech he said,
"So, um, I lied to you."
"You lied to me?"
(Thinking, "So you don't love those things about me?!")
"Yeah. Do you remember last week when I told you that I drove straight home from OKC?"
"Well, I didn't go straight home. I drove to Dallas to talk to your Dad."
He went on to tell me that he didn't even have to ask and that my Dad gave him permission to marry me. Before I had a chance to say anything, he was already on his knee with the ring in hand.
"Will you marry me?"
Simple. Classic. Perfect. I'm pretty sure that I said, "Of course!" instead of yes and hugged/kissed him repeatedly before even looking at the ring. After I put it on, we found someone to take a picture for us.
|We were both sweaty and my face was a mess from happy tears.|