- 8 years ago
- Wedding: December 2010
Robbie and I had plans to go to a swanky new restaurant for a date night. I had gone shopping for a new outfit earlier in the week, and we were so excited.
But alas, change of plans. I came down horribly sick with the flu. Fever, vomitting, hot/cold sweats and everything inbetween. I was sick in bed, not showered, hair a mess, lookin’ terrible. When he got home, he came into the bedroom and I cried to him about how much I sucked for being sick and that I really wanted to go to dinner and I whined about how sick I was and how miserable I was. I was apologizing up and down for him having to take care of me (holding back my hair while I puke—disgusting!)
So, right then and there…he got down on one knee at the edge of the bed, told me we didn’t need be at a swanky restaurant to have romance, and asked if I would let him take care of me for his whole life.
Yes, I looked filthy when he proposed. I probably even smelled bad. It was not the proposal I dreamed of…. But, he propsed to me at my worst, and looking back (and lookind forward) that means the world to me.
Though thick and thin, right?
Now everytime I get sick, I get excited and wonder if I’ll get more diamonds! hehe, j/k