Now before I dive into the romantic proposal story, I need to give a little back story first.
When Andrew and I were in the beginning stages of our relationship, before we were officially dating, almost on the daily I would go over to his house and we would go on these long walks with his dog Sadie. Our walks would last a good hour or two, and that is really when we both began falling hard for each other. We would spend the time talking and laughing, and learning so much about the other person. These walks are some of the sweetest memories I have with Andrew - the first time we held hands, shy glances in his directions, the butterflies I got every he would look at me, and I really got to know the person that he was and all about his family. It was on one of these walks that he asked me to be his girlfriend.
To Andrew, it seemed only appropriate that it was on one of these walks that he asked me to be his wife.
It was a Sunday afternoon, and the weather was decent enough, it had just finished raining the night before but it was a pretty, sunny afternoon. Andrew's parents were out of town and he showed me a text from his dad, suggesting we take Sadie on a walk [which was of course staged, I found that out later]. We walked up and down the road with Sadie roaming about, smelling all the new smells, as Andrew and I held hands. This walk was very reminiscent about all the walks we used to take, and how they formed the beginning of our relationship and the sweet memories. We shared how we used to feel on walks and laughed at some of the memories of being so shy and excited and how we have grown and changed together, and how far we had come. Looking back, I should have known what was coming, Andrew was being very affectionate which isn't rare just slightly unusual.
When we got back to his house, we were just hanging out in the yard with Sadie. I suggested going inside but Andrew had other plans. Before I knew it, he was down on one knee. Andrew poured his heart out about how much he loved me and our walks, how much I mean to him, about how he wants to spend the rest of his life with me, and then said,
"Michelle Louise Bullard, will you marry me?"
Through the happy tears, I said yes and threw my arms around his neck.
We spent the afternoon calling our parents, grandparents, siblings, and close friends. Every time I retold the engagement story I started crying all over again. I'm going to be a mess when we actually get married!
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| Happy as can be! |
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| My beautiful ring |
