let me just preface this all by saying, i toootally knew it was coming. jordan had returned from a trip to his wyoming cabin the day before, and we were taking a trip to utah to see friends the day after. i had been putting the pressure on to get that ring on my finger so that i didn’t feel so LAME making wedding plans without an actual fiancée. i was like 97% sure this was the night—which was nice. i painted my fingernails, took a little extra time getting pretty, and (tried) to calm some excitement jitters.
jordan picked me up & i could tell he was excited, i could see it in his face. he looked so handsome in his grey button up, with his beard neatly trimmed. we got in the car & he instructed me to put on a blindfold so he could surprise me with our activities for the night.
i get carsick really easily, so i requested to go sans blindfold. he laughed at me, and gave me my way. we drove to pf changs, our favorite restaurant, and one frequented during our time dating. an older couple in the lobby told us what an adorable couple we were, we ordered lettuce wraps, we reminisced.
all of the nerves had melted away at that point—we had fallen into our groove. the whole night felt natural and reminded me why i wanted to marry him! we just click, we always have. conversation comes naturally, there are visible sparks between us, as well as a natural admiration for one another’s talents—different as they may be.
we drove to a presbyterian church and climbed up onto the roof to watch the sun set. (another activity we had frequented.) we raced down the slats like a slide, and i mentally prepared myself for a ring to be popped out at the bottom. nope, just a hand to help me down and back into the car.
he then asked gently, with a bit of tremor in his voice, ‘kayla, would you put on the blindfold now?’
after a few turns i lost where we were, and the butterflies started playing around in my stomach, flying up into my throat and catching my breath. we drove in silent anticipation. i felt like i was slowly, slowly climbing to the top of the roller coaster. i was nervous, but couldn’t wait for the drop.
he stopped the car. we got out, and it took me a few moments to place where we were.
we were standing in the starbucks parking lot where, on our first date, we had talked for hours. where we had first clicked. where i had first thought about kissing him. it was abandoned, quiet, filled with bright tension. romantic situations usually make me squirmy, but this was different. it was simple & sweet. perfect for us.
i honestly don’t remember any of the sweet words jordan said to me in those moments, although im sure he spent time preparing them. he called my by my full name, and asked me to marry him as we embraced. i remember being dumfounded at my ring, (it is stunning!) not saying anything, and then finally exclaiming ‘of course!’ and we both laughed. i laughed because i felt relief that i could finally call him my fiancé, and relief that i had just formally made the most important decision of my life. and i knew it was the right one.