I'm normally a terrible blogger and that probably won't change anytime soon. But I want to remember December 12 for the rest of my life. I want to be able to read this 10 years from now and still burst into tears like I am right now.
Our long weekend started off bumpy. We were leaving Thursday night for Montgomery so Brian could get all his graduation preparations out of the way for the big day. Little did I know he was hiding something huge all weekend. I got home from work and just felt sick and unfocused. I'm normally very organized when it comes to packing. But for whatever reason, I couldn't get it together enough to even figure out outfits for the weekend. I ended up forgetting my toothbrush, toothpaste, my camera charger, and the receipt to pick up Brian's cap and gown... oops.
We got on the road later than I would have liked, but still in time to have a late dinner with his grandma once we got to Montgomery. After dinner, i passed out... and woke up feeling sick again later that night. Go figure.
Friday morning we got on the road later than we would have liked... again... And, as luck would have it, forgot stuff... again. Brian left his paperwork for his internship that had to be turned in that day at his grandma's house... which was locked and alarmed. And she didn't have a working cell phone either. So, many panicked calls later, we got the password, got his paperwork, and finally got back on the road. Made it to Auburn... got everything turned in... got Brian's graduation present. Then we ate lunch and drove around looking for Auburn Alumni stuff and looking at apartments/houses/neighborhoods. The people we were staying with weren't at home so we ended up sitting at Mellow Mushroom until around 5.
That night was... fun? Brian made it very clear that it was "his night" and that he got to have all the fun. I ended up driving... which wasn't really a big deal. But it's not fun being sober when everyone else is wasted. And it's not fun going to bars that suck when you're sober. Skybar? Never again. NEVER.
Near the end of the night, me and Brian were talking about random things... he was a bit drunk and started going off on the "I love you and I know I want to be with you forever..." speech. I was like "Yea, yea... I know. We're good." I don't entertain those conversations when he's been drunk because I usually can barely understand him. We went to bed and I was still in the dark about what would be coming Monday.
Saturday we were supposed to go on campus to take all of Brian's graduation pictures. It was a beautiful day and there weren't many people on campus either. Of course... Brian was waaaaaaay too hungover to even thing about going outside. So that plan was ruined (which worked out later...). We go back to Montgomery without taking pictures, planning to come back (again) on Sunday.
That night we were talking about something or another and I casually mentioned to Brian that once the time came when he was going to propose that he needed to talk to my parents. He lost it... freaked out! He even got mad. I didn't understand it at the time (now I do!)... but he kept saying that it was stupid and that I had never said anything about it before. I didn't see what the big deal was all about!
Sunday was a gloomy day and EVERYONE had the same idea we did. And Mr. Graduate was in a GREAT mood, too. He kept complaining and saying how stupid this was and how he didn't care about these stupid pictures. So we rushed through all of them. The only one we didn't get was in front on the Auburn sign. There had to be at least a 20 minute wait. So we decided we would try again Monday before graduation.
Monday... haha. I was mad at Brian most of the day. We overslept. Lunch plans were... unplanned. Brian didn't tell me that his family was joining us and my family for lunch. And times were all crazy. I was pissed. We barely spoke for most of the ride to Auburn. The only thing that saved him was work related drama that took my focus off him. When we got to Auburn, the sign was packed out with people taking pictures again... So we agreed to wait until after graduation.
The whole day I was trying to make a big deal about the whole day. Brian just kept blowing it off and really being a pain in the ass. I didn't understand why he didn't think things were as awesome as I did. I remember sitting in the stands wondering if I would be as un-enthused as he was during my graduation.
So, Brian walks... We all cheer. We meet afterwords with him to take pictures with the family and stuff. I go with him to get his diploma and take pictures with friends. We go back to the car and he says he wants to give the sign one more shot.
We drive over to Samford Hall and he freaks out as I pass the parking lot. I tell him that I was to drive by the sign to make sure there isn't a line because I'm not waiting in the freezing cold for one stupid picture. As fate would have it, there was no line and a spot was waiting for us right in front of the sign.
We get out of the car and cross the street to take the picture. I'm getting my camera ready and telling him to get in place when he says "Come here for a minute." I was like "No... let's hurry up and take the damn picture... I'm freezing!" But he keeps insisting so I walk over there. I'm thinking he wants to take a stupid self-portrait of the 2 of us which didn't sound good to me at all. I felt like crap and my eyes hurt and I was wearing my glasses... Not something I wanted a picture of. Then he reached into his pocket and said he had something for me. Now I'm about to get really pissed. I thought he was about to fake propose, give me something stupid, or give me the finger... I didn't know but I was cold and pissed off.
He pulls the box out of his pocket and says that I kept trying to make this whole day about him and make it a day for him to remember. But he wanted it to be a day that was special for both of us. He said he loved me and that since we met and Auburn that this seemed the perfect time and place to ask. He got down on one knee and asked me to marry him! I said yes, of course! I also had to tell him to put the ring on my finger... he just left it in the box! And I did crying that was worthy of "The Notebook." I totally lost it... And I didn't see it coming at all!
Apparently he had been hiding the ring at his mom's house. He had gone up there to buy it a few weeks ago and I got mad at him because I thought he was wasting gas going up there twice in one week. And I didn't even notice when he said he left his phone in the house and he had actually left the ring and hid it in the truck or in his hat or whatever. No clue at all.
But it couldn't have been more perfect. I'm sad that we don't have pictures of the moment or anything. Someone did honk at us and they drove by when Brian was on one knee. I just never thought it would happen now. But then again, I don't really know when I thought it was going to happen. We continually have conversations about how we're happy where we are and we'll get engaged and married when we're ready... no rush. But apparently he's been planning it for most of fall. So sneaky...
I keep thinking it's not real... Like I'm going to wake up and it was all a dream. I'm constantly looking at my ring or fidgeting with it. It just doesn't seem real. But in a good way!
After we left I called my mom and told her. Apparently Brian had texted her that morning in a panic because I had told him he needed to talk to my parents before asking me... I really timed that conversation perfectly! He thought that she was going to tell my dad... she didn't! It was just a crazy day! But it's one that I will never forget now. And anytime I drive by that sign or that I'm in Auburn I will always think of this moment. I couldn't have asked for anything more perfect!
