The Engagement

The story of my engagement and wedding is a chapter I will forever cherish. On June 2nd, 2024, in the sweet comfort of what is now our home, my husband asked me to marry him. It was the most authentic, heartwarming moment, but truth be told, I kind of hoped it was coming!

Six months earlier, we had serious talks about marriage and the next steps in our relationship. Everything was lined up; we both knew where we were headed, and I was just waiting for him to pop the question so we could press "go" on all our plans!

At some point during those months, he let it slip that he had already bought the ring. And the fact that he said it was closer to me than I realized? That drove me a little crazy! I was constantly on high alert, wondering if today was the day.

We took a ski trip to Montana during that time, and I was certain he was going to propose. I went all out—nails done, dressed to the nines, prepared for a picture-perfect moment at any turn. I sent my friends pictures of my ringless finger every night, just waiting for the big moment. But it never came. Later, I found out he had thought about proposing on the trip, but since we were with his family and not mine, it didn’t feel right or true to us. In hindsight, I love that he waited for the right moment, something that reflected our relationship.

When June 2nd rolled around, it felt like any normal day. It was hot—so hot—I didn’t want to do much of anything. We spent the day checking on the cows, clearing the bike trail, and picking up his son. That evening, after his son went to bed, we sat by the fire... well, tried to. It had rained the night before, and we couldn’t get the fire started. But my husband, ever persistent, was determined. He pulled out the chainsaw, chopping down trees in the pitch black, flashlight in his mouth, all while I sat there laughing at how ridiculous and sweet the whole situation was.

Eventually, we gave up and headed inside. I was exhausted, took a shower, and got into bed. As I put on my sleeping mask and snuggled in, I could feel him right next to me, so close that I could feel his warmth. He was shaking, and before I knew it, he grabbed my hand, asked if I would marry him, and slipped the ring on my finger. In that moment, time stood still. It was the most surreal and perfect moment—coming to light in the darkness, quite literally!

I was in such shock that all I could manage to say was, “I love you,” followed by, “Is this real?” He had to remind me that I hadn’t actually said yes yet! Of course, I said yes—again and again—and immediately started crying. Then he asked if I wanted to see the ring. I told him, “I don’t care what it looks like, I’d marry you no matter what.” But of course, I was dying to see it! When we turned on the light, it was perfect—just like him.

Looking back, it wasn’t the grand proposal I had imagined during our Montana trip, but it was our moment. It was sweet, intimate, and a reflection of our life together. Every time I think about that night, it reminds me that sometimes, the most beautiful moments come when you least expect them.

As we continued to plan our life together, one beautiful detail caught my attention. One day, if we’re blessed with the opportunity to have children, I’ll be able to tell them that their dad asked their mom to marry him in the exact room they will sleep in every night—the room they will grow up in. How special is that?

Stay tuned for the next part of our journey, where I share how we pulled off a wedding in less than two months!