Date Night Turned PROPOSAL Night.

I can't believe I'm finally able to post our Proposal Story. I knew it was coming, I just assumed it'd be in December. 

We're engaged!

It was kind of a long ordeal (that I loved every second of!), and I don't want to forget a single detail, so here we go...

It started out with a text last Friday evening that C sent me while he was at work-

As soon as I got the text, I turned to my brother T, and said, 'Why is he trying to butter me up? Is he going to propose?!' I was only half kidding. 

Let me back up. C has never asked me out on a date. Ever. I'm always the one who has planned everything. Type A say what? Anyway. As soon as I got this text I started throwing every photo I could onto Instagram because I wanted to document this, but if I would have pulled out my big camera, he would have known I knew what was coming.

And no, I wouldn't have felt like an idiot if this wasn't 'it' either because? I was at least documenting the first 'date' we'd ever been on that he'd fully planned. Aw.

When C got home Friday night, I asked him where we were going to dinner (I had an idea, but wanted to see if he'd tell me) and he wouldn't tell me. He only said that I should dress cute and comfortable, and maybe no jeans (yeah, right, C). So,  I dragged him to the mall because I needed something cute to wear, ok? This was finally happening after all. He also picked up a few new things, which helped confirm my suspicions. 

Moving on. Saturday (ENGAGEMENT DAY!) was a normal day. I did make sure to make time to paint my nails.

Ahem.

Around noon I asked him what time we were going to dinner. He said he wanted to be there around 7. Which in my brain meant only one thing. He'd made reservations. What?! That's never happened. Ever. 

The day continued on and by the time I was getting ready for what we were calling 'Date Night', I'd talked myself out of anything special happening. He was acting completely normal. So I put on my brand new jeggings (oh yes I did) and some cute shoes-

C was already ready at this point and I was just finishing up when he said, 'I need to go put gas in my car.' I was like, 'Ok that's fine, I'm almost ready, we can get some on the way.' He wasn't having that, so he insisted on leaving right then (like, he literally ran out of the room) to go 'get gas'. I had a feeling I knew where he was going but I wasn't going to let my excitement get to me. Forty-five minutes later he drives up and I was ready to go! He walked in the door and I expected him to be carrying flowers, but I didn't let the disappointment show on my face when he came in empty handed. We told my brother bye!  (he knew something was up, but C hadn't told him anything) and off we went. 

But only after snapping this photo-

We got into his car and I expected flowers in my seat, or SOMETHING. But no. Still no flowers. At this point I'm wondering where in the world he went off to for 45 minutes. Oh well. So we start driving South into Austin. I still had 'no idea' where we were going, which I may have tweeted about. I was feeling very nervous (ok and I was secretly writing this blog post in my head). This is around the time C got really quiet. As in, we didn't talk much on the 30 minute drive to dinner, and he let me turn up the radio when Bruno Mars-Locked Out of Heaven, came on the radio. Something was definitely up....

Check back for part 2!