SOOOO….Steph being the girl, had this up on FB/Blog/Everything in a matter of minutes after the proposal. For me, it has taken a bit longer to internalize everything. But I realize that this is my story….a story that must be told. She has posted her own “version” of sorts. However men and women see things very differently. So I wanted to set the record straight. Here is steph’s version…with my quippy/witty/overly sarcastic comments. Enjoy!
Our story begins with cupid – also known as William Sam. What? You didn’t know his middle name was Cupid? Well luckily for me, William was born and had a birthday party, which was where I met my soul mate. Yes, I really did just use the words “soul mate” in a sentence. *gag*
>> Really Steph? This is a big deal for her. To say the word “soul” followed by the word “mate” is no joking matter. Although she left out that WIlliam and I are BFF’s. Since middle school. We went to the same school….church…and even played on the same worship team. But let there be no mistake. I was the good one, he was the troublemaker.
. So at William’s birthday dinner, Steph wants you to think that our eyes met across the oily smoke of Korean BBQ. Truth be told, I didn’t notice her until later. I was too focused on eating and drinking. Typical guy.
Fast forward a few years to April 8, 2010 – I come home from work to find Jonathan’s car in my driveway. This is odd because it’s a Thursday night AND because he lives in SD. When I go inside I see he has made himself at home (he’s watching TV and his stuff is everywhere). My Monica Gellar OCD-ism almost takes over but I push past the urge to tidy everything up.
>> She did tidy up. Just when I wasn’t looking. Anyways, back to the story. Little does she know, I’ve taken friday off for her. Her Bosses were AWESOME at keeping a secret and not letting her schedule anything on that day. Thanks Lance and Brad!
Poor Jonathan has been trying to throw me off of his scent for over a week. I’ve been suspicious and pestering him relentlessly about what we’re going to do this particular weekend. He tells me that we are going on a road trip to Carmel and that he has already cleared Friday with my bosses so I can have the day off.
>>Steph HATES surprises. She has to know what is going on at all times so she can plan. SO I took great pleasure in making her suffer. muahahah.
But Jon is a tricky man. This trip is obviously a ruse. A farce. A ploy. A LIE. And boy is he a good liar! He has props like road trip munchies (chips, candy, drinks, & fruit) as well as fake maps/directions.
>> Steph is a hard woman to trick. She picks up on everything. So to make the plan work, I had to go all out.
We’ve only been driving for 20 minutes when Jon yawns and says, “I’m tired of driving. Let’s go to LAX instead.” And gee golly, it just so happened that we were conveniently driving by LAX at that precise moment. Clever man.
>> Oh and guess what? The Maps that I just HAPPENED to have take us right by LAX. What a coincidence. Steph was giving me hell for taking a non-optimal/efficient route. I had to endure it for 20 minutes. Technically I was tired. Anyways, got to LAX and headed to the terminal. I had checked us in last night and gotten boarding passes already. Southwest. A-group baby. The only way to travel.
At this point all I know is that we are going to Sacramento and I keep pestering him for hints. The most I can get out of him is that we are going to visit our great state capital and go hunt for Arnold.
>> I kind of blanked here. I mean, seriously how romantic is Sacramento?
After we land and go get our rental car he finally tells me our final destination is Napa. NAPA! YAY! NAPA! (Btw, driving the G37x was Jon’s second favorite part of the trip).
We spend the rest of the day walking around, eating, drinking, and being merry. He’s made some dinner reservations at Bottega and dinner is a 3-hour food fest. We go on a late night walk under the stars. (You can see stars in Napa!!! It’s not like LA where the only things in the sky are airplanes and Goodyear blimps).
>> OMG Reservations. I’m so glad I made reservations rather than winging it. For such a small town, these restaurants get filled to capacity.
As we pass by a park he leads me to a bench where he gets down on one knee and then I black out from excitement. Just kidding. I might not have blacked out but the strongest memory I have is my head moving up and down like a bobble head while a grin stretched across my face from ear to ear.
>> I’m going to set the record straight. She did black out. The shaking of her hand demanding the ring is an involuntary motion. Kind of like how you continue to breathe even when you’re passed out. But honestly, I’ve never seen her so happy before. Ok so up until this point, I’ve been basically flawless. Everything has been awesome. Then when I open the box, the opening is the right way, but the ring is on the wrong side. Woops. Quickly corrected it but I think she noticed.
There you have it folks. The happiest day of my life (thus far) – April 9, 2010.
P.S. Contrary to popular belief I did NOT hit Jonathan and say, “It’s about time.”
>> I do remember her saying “its about time” but there was no hitting.
P.P.S. After I regained consciousness I might have cried.
>>True Story.
The Flight.
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