So...Where do I begin?
It's September 22, 2013 and well....
It all took place on a cloudy sunday afternoon.
Kyle and I were planning on having a beach date Friday,
but there was 100% chance of thunderstorms so we changed those plans REAL quick.
Instead we randomly decided to go Sunday because the weather was SO nice.
He picked me up fully prepared with a cooler packed with all of my favorite snacks & drinks
and we started heading towards the beach!
As we kept getting closer the weather kept getting worse.
Justtttttttt our luck,
but hey we weren't going to let that stop us from having a nice/relaxing day.
So we found a nice little place where we could drive his jeep on the beach
and set up a little spot for us.
We sat under the rain clouds hand in hand listening to some good ol' country music
and talking about pretty much everything.
Then it started to rain on us...and we were freezing.
Thank God kyle had a blanket in his jeep,
We looked like a couple of homeless crazies wrapped up in a
blanket staring at each other and giggling.
After the rain finally stopped we walked around the beach searching for sea shells,
but there weren't any.
It's kind of funny how there were SO many things going wrong but for some reason
both of us didn't care at all and were seriously having the BEST time.
I couldn't have looked any more un-attracive with my messy bun, 100 fly away hairs
and bloated belly from chips & guac, but he still continued to tell me how pretty I was
and that this is definitely when he thinks I'm the prettiest
(guys are SO weird)
I know I've told y'all before that Kyle has never been a fan of dancing,
You know like country dancing, 2 step, heel to toe, dosey doe, all that fun stuff!
Well I have always loved it,
[but am the absolute worst, since Kyle will never take me!]
and have spent the majority of our relationship begging him to dance with me.
[don't get me wrong, we always dance together around his apartment, just being silly.]
Long story short,
before Kyle got his knee surgery he promised me that he would start dancing with me
as soon as he was all healed up.
So we're sitting on the back of his jeep singing a long to the radio when he
sticks out his hand, I take it and we start [trying] to 2 step.
Dear God, we are awful.
I don't think either of us have laughed that hard or had that much fun in a while.
I think we danced around for an hour, maybe even more.
At times we were pretty good, but for the most part we were stepping all over each other
and laughing uncontrollably.
We decided to take a break and went back to sitting and talking in the back of his jeep.
By this time we had been there for like 3 or 4 hours and it was close to getting dark.
I think that he sensed I was about ready to go home.
"You ready to go babe?"
For some reason I could sense that he didn't want to leave, part of me didn't either
because we had such an incredible day but I was absolutely exhausted.
We started packing everything up and once everything was put away
he grabbed my hand and walked me to the passenger seat and I hopped in,
I was sitting in the passenger seat sideways facing him, and he had this big smile on
his face and then gave me a hug.
He looked at me with the cutest face and said
"Let's have one more dance before we go, we need the practice"
My eyes lit up, and my mind started going crazy.
I turned on his jeep for some background music and we started dancing again.
"Is he stalling? What's going on? He's not shaking, and doesn't seem nervous.
Maybe he's just being sweet, Am I shaking?! Breathe Monica"
While we were dancing we were talking about our day and how perfect it was.
Every now and then we would stop because we would mess up so much
and pull away from each other and just laugh.
At one point we pulled away from each other but were still holding hands,
and this time I could feel his hand trembling,
I leaned in to hug him and both of our hearts were basically punching each other.
I knew something was about to happen and it felt like my entire body was shutting down.
Never in my life have I seen Kyle act nervous before this moment.
Which made me 10x more nervous.
I know we were having some sort of conversation but I can't remember
anything at all. All I remember is hearing these words...
Kyle : "Well I really wanted to wait for the sun to come out
but I guess I won't make you wait any longer"
Me: [dying, freaking out, can't breathe, what's my face doing?!]
"Wait for what?"
Kyle gets down on his knee and pulls out the most beautiful ring
[still no clue where he pulled it from or how long he had been holding it?!]
"Will you marry me?"
After that moment everything is such a blur,
once I saw him kneeling down my body wen't into freak out mode.
I wanted to cry and scream and laugh all at the same time.
I'm pretty sure my mouth was just wide open and I fell on top of him and kissed his eye.
Kyle: "Are you going to answer me?!?!"
Me: "YES are you kidding me?!"
PUT IT ON ME!!!!!!!!!
I then asked Kyle a million and one questions.
We were both shaking and still in shock at what just happened.
After that we walked back and forth on the beach
talking & squeezing the life out of each other.
Never in my life did I think I could love someone so much.
The past 5 years with him have been the happiest years of my life,
and I cannot wait to marry the man of my dreams.