The Proposal

My sister started a blog, and the first thing she is writing about is how her fiancé proposed to her. She said she was writing it because so many people asked about how he did it. Well, after reading that, I realized that multiple people asked me the same thing. However, instead of writing a blog post about it, I said "at the beach house." Lame. It's a little belated, but I think it still counts:

Easter Weekend Plans

I had just closed on my new house, and I had bought a fridge from my aunt who was selling her house in Mission. We figured since we needed to make the 4 hour drive to pick up the fridge, we might as well make a weekend of it. And since we were going to make a weekend of it, we decided to make a long weekend of it and spend Easter with his parents. So we headed down on Thursday after work. On the way, Carlo told me we were going to go down to the family beach house in South Padre the following day (Good Friday). 

"Oh cool, are we going down to spend the night? Are your parents going?"

"Nope. Just you and me. Just for the day." (As you can tell, he is a man of many few words. 

It's in my nature to question everything until everyone is annoyed with me and I feel like I know all the details. However, this time I felt like I just needed to let him be in charge and plan this one out. (I'm trying this cool thing, where I do this more often.) 

So, Friday morning we headed down to South Padre Island for a random day filled with nothing--as far as I knew. 

South Padre Island

When we got to South Padre, Carlo took me to the family beach house to show me around. The house is amazing. Gorgeous. Perfect. I could go on forever. I got a quick tour and then we headed out. 

Across the street is this cute little turtle rescue/sanctuary. We left and walked down to the beach. The beach was nasty. Super duper gross. There were little gnats flying around everywhere and moss covering the sand. What wasn't covered in moss was covered in kids and sandcastles. 

We walked down a little ways and then stopped. The wind was blowing and the air was stinky. Carlo seemed a little off. I don't know how to describe it. But apparently the monologue going on in his head went something like this:

"Oh no. The beach is gross. This isn't how I wanted to propose. I can't do it here. There are way too many people. This just isn't going to work. But I don't have a plan B. Crap."

Meanwhile, I was thinking, "This is gross. I want to go back to the beach house. And I'm getting really hungry." (Leave it up to me to think about food.)

After getting back to the house, I was ready to leave and go get lunch. Unfortunately for me, the pool guys showed up and Carlo didn't want to leave them alone at the house. 

"Carlo, they got here when we were gone. They don't need to get into the house. Let's just go eat. I'm hungry."

"No. Let's just wait a little while to see if they need us." ("Crap, if we leave here, where am I going to propose?! I need a plan B!")

Like the brat I am, I sat on the couch and pouted, waiting for the pool guys to finish. Did you know that pool guys take forever to clean pools? I learned that lesson that day. 

The pool guys finished and I was so ready to go. I stood up and walked to the door and put on my shoes. The awkwardness coming from Carlo continued until I blurted out, "Why are you being so weird?!" He just wouldn't leave! He grabbed my hand and dragged me back to the couch. 

"Let's just sit here for a little bit longer. We can eat in a little bit."

Oh man. This poor man of mine hadn't learned not to get in the way of me and food! I was pretty unfair (and super cranky with him). I just couldn't figure out why he was being so weird and why he could possibly want to make me wait to eat. 

While we sat there, Carlo continued to get more awkward and I continued to get more cranky. Just about the time I had had enough, he asked me if I wanted to be his wife. Literally. That's what he said. I said, "Of course I do. You know that!" But that's not what he meant.  Not at all. 

When he pulled out the ring and asked me to marry him, (insert sweet things here) the only thing I could think was, "This is not happening. We weren't supposed to get engaged until June or July! This isn't the plan." (I'm a little bit of a control freak.)

What came out was, "Wait, what?! Are you serious? Is this real? Like really for real? Is this happening? When did you even get the ring? How long have you been planning this?" and on and on and on. (I know, I found a keeper for putting up with me. I'm so annoying.) 

The answer to all of my annoying questions was, "Can you answer me first?" Naturally, I said yes.

I was so excited. And absolutely shocked. I still find myself staring at my ring. First, because it's beautiful. Second, because it's real. I'm getting married!

Oh yeah, I got to eat. And we had really good food too. Life is good.