Monday, November 4, 2013

Once Upon a Time in Utah....

With all the crazy drama going on in our country, and therefore my life, I have been struggling to think about anything else. Then for some reason my engagement popped into my head. I always meant to write the story down for my children, but I never did. Now I'm wondering how much I remember. Opps. I'm gonna give it a go, and get some writing practice at the same time. Go me!

The story really starts a year before he proposed. We decided to go camping in Zion National Park in Utah. It is one of the most beautiful places on the entire planet, just amazing. Well, let's just say by the end of the trip we were barely speaking. Couple of days later, we broke up. Khan! Luckily, it was only for a very short time, but after that I was very nervous about being too needy or seeming desperate to get married. I wanted to, but I wasn't really in a rush, besides the fact that I was a bridesmaid in 3 weddings that year. I just wanted to know it could happen.

Fast forward to the next summer. Things are good, we're happy and then he starts acting weird. I'm a woman so of course I notice even the smallest behavior change. First, he suddenly isn't as available to do anything, always having other plans. And it was weird things like, I have to go shopping for tents. Alrighty. Then we have this amazing night at the Paris Hotel in Vegas(did I mention we lived in Vegas, I didn't think so). We had dinner at an amazing buffet and then went to ride up to the top of the mini Eiffel tower. So we are standing there, its all romantic like, and we get into this weird relationship conversation where he ends up telling me that he thinks it will be a really long time before he even considers getting married. After I recovered from that punch in the gut, I acted (poorly) like that was totally cool with me. Between that, and the seeing less of each other, i was positive a break up was immanent. I know that's a lot of back story, but it explains my state of mind at the time. Basically angry, paranoid, and a whole lot of crazy.

We decide to try another camping trip at Zion, I'm nervous, but ok, why not. The plan was to visit his parents and then head out. The night before we leave we go to my parents house for dinner. Its weird, my mother is weepy, but I cant figure out why. We get to his parents and the weird starts again. He is still making plans for the trip and getting all angry and frustrated. I sit down with his Mom and sister and tell them that I think we are gonna cancel the trip, its making Erik to nuts. The immediately start giving me a ton of reasons why we had to go. That should have been a clue, but I just thought they were trying to be supportive. When we packed up the truck to leave, his mother hugged me for a really long time, and was all weepy. Weird, but whatever.

We finally arrive at Zion, and I honestly don't remember much about our first day there. The next day we are going to tackle Angel's Landing, one of the longest and hardest hikes there. It was awesome, and beautiful, but my husband was moving so fast I could barely keep up. I'm getting angry and I keep asking him to slow down, but he doesn't. Fine, so I stop complaining and just stew in my juices. We get to a place called Scout's Lookout which is almost at the top. The rest of the way up is basically a chain on a steep mountain. I start to lose my nerve.That hike is not for the squeamish. I'm not afraid of heights, but I am afraid my clumsy self will fumble and fall a gazillion feet down the mountain. We decide to stop there and have lunch.

I sit down,  hot sweaty mess while he gets the food out of the bag. He starts handing me things and I'm barely paying attention. He says my name and I turn around. I'm confused, where is my sandwich? Instead has a box, and says, "Will you? " I have never been so stunned in my entire life up till then or since. I had no clue what was happening, and that certainly was not on my radar after the last few weeks. I was seriously, so lost and confused I wasn't talking. Once I managed to get myself together, I noticed he looked kinda freaked out. I said yes, but he still looked freaked. That's because I must have thought it, but not said it out loud. He told me after that I was quiet for so long he was panicking a little. Then, of course, I managed to day yes out loud. It was amazing. The coolest part was on the hike back down he told me how he had been planning this for months, even asking my parents for permission and telling all my friends. Everyone knew before I did. all the weird started to make sense. The fact that with all those people knowing he still managing to keep it a secret, was shocking. The whole conversation at the Paris was to throw me off...mission accomplished!


November is Adoption Awareness Month and in honor of this my friend Marcy over at is inviting guest bloggers to write about their adoption experience! As you know, I am very new to blogging, and my blog's purpose changes pretty regularly, but adoption is always close to my heart. I love to share my story to anyone who will listen, in hopes of taking the mystery out of the experience and to help anyone who has questions as they are going through this experience! Im so excited to participate, thanks Marcy! Head over to No Maybe Baby and check her out!

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