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Our Proposal Story

I (Jeremy) have been thinking for some time now that I really need to document our proposal story because it is so special to us and years from now the details may be lost…hopefully I haven’t lost too many details since it has only about about 3.5 years (wow, already?!) but needless to say it was one of the best days of my life. So…without further ado…here is the story of the day that I propsed to Kristin.

 

It was late August and Kristin was flying to IL to where I lived so we could drive down to college together in FL. This was our senior year! Wow, we finally made it! I knew I needed to do something special for Kristin’s propsal because at this point we already had our wedding date set and photographed paid for (yes, true story, haha). So how could I surprise her and make sure she didn’t see it coming. Well all summer long I worked two bascially full-time jobs. I worked at a day camp from 7-3 and then waited on tables from 5:30-midnight (or later). This was exhausting, but I had a really big investment coming up, a diamond ring!!!

Since I was working so much that summer I told Kristin I was unexpectedly called into work the day she was to arrive in IL. She was crushed. Devasted. I knew she would be. And in fact, it was a tiny little fib, but don’t worry, I came clean later. It was a necessary sacrifice to the success of the day. I kept telling Kristin “I promise I will make it up to you by the end of the day” mwahaha.

So Kristin was supposed to land arond 6:00 pm where I was going to send her on a tiny scavenger hunt ending at a local park; however, it started raining at 5:30 and she called to tell me she landed 30 mins early! Seriously? What am I to do? I had to plan B!  Well, my parents went to the airport and picked her up (it’s only 5 mins from our house, so they still got there before she got off the plane) and they gave her a rose with a note on it from saying “I’m so sorry I couldn’t be here to pick you up. I love you and can’t wait to see you soon.  Love, Jeremy” This was the first piece of the puzzle.

When my parents brought her back to the house she found yet another rose/note giving her further instructions of where to look next. I knew Kristin’s love language was words of affirmation / quality time (she claims the hybrid equivelant is quality conversation), so I had notes attached with each rose. These weren’t notes from me, but rather notes from some of the most important people in her life.

As she went through the house picking up clues of where the next rose and note was she read letters from her best college buddy, her sisters, her mother, her father, her bff from high school, and a conjoined letter from several friends. In total about 40+ people wrote letters to Kristin telling her why she was so important to them and what she meant in their lives. It was humbling for me to read these letters they submitted to me and to realize how amazing my future wife was/is.

I particularly remember rose #9. It was from her father. What Kristin didn’t know was that earlier that year Kristin’s father gave me a key. This key was given to by Kristin to her dad as the ‘key to her heart.’ She gave it to him as a small child and he promised he would keep it safe and only give it away when it was safe and right to do so. I too wrote a note alongside her dad’s and also bought Kristin a small key. I explained since I had the key to her heart, she deserved to have one to mine too.

At this point Kristin is sobbing (haha) and made her to rose #12, the final rose. Again, it was a letter from me telling her what she meant to me, but that there was really something else I needed to say. Okay, here it comes!!! This whole time I’m hiding in our basement and my parents are texting me what rose she is on. When she gets to #12 I wait about 30 seconds and I come up to surprise her.

I sing to her a really sweet little broadway love song that we grew to enjoy, got down one knee, and asked if she would marry me. She grabbed me by the kneck, hugged me, and said “I love you!” So….is that a yes??? Haha. Of course.

I am so grateful to all the people in Kristin’s life who formed and shaped the woman she is today. So many people, especially her parents, have impacted her life in a way that cannot be expressed. We later went out for dinner…and…well…the rest is history ;)

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