- 6 years ago
- Wedding: January 2014
It all started back in 2008. I was just 16 years old and was in that phase in my life where finding a job and being in high school were my main priorities. I had been hired as a camp counselor at my local church where I met possibly some of the nicest people ever. We all fulfilled our daily counselor duties and ultimately decided that we would all hang out together. After some very long hot days, we almost always found ourselves in the some dinky restaurants or at each other’s homes where we would play card games, laugh and keep each other company, and later reminisce the next morning. And on one of those very similar nights, there he was—in his cowboy hat, boots, buckle, and those baby blues (well greenish/blueish) eyes staring at me. As a side note, we had all know each other for a few weeks but this was the first time where we were dressed as ourselves and not all with the same camp shirt on. At the time he was in his 2nd year of college at the Florida State University (Go Noles!!) and was just home for the summer. The night was filled with small talk, jokes, giggles (mostly on my end) and one sweet summer kiss was just the beginning of all of this–us.
Our counselor goodbyes were hard but we somehow promised each other that we would remain friends and stay in touch. So typical me, had asked one of our campers to take a picture of all of the counselors together. I later mailed a copy to each of the counselors, as a reminder of one great summer. My cowboy had gone back to college and life went on. I kept busy with school, cheerleading, yearbook, and any other extracurricular activity I was involved with along with being hired as a cashier at a local grocery super market. At first we were all really good about keeping in touch but with time, the emails slowly disappeared and life itself just went on, until cowboy somehow always ended up texting or emailing me. Fast forward a few months, then years he somehow always remembered my birthday, wished my mother a Happy Mother’s Day, etc. Then one day, while at work cowboy is at my register—Astonished I asked; what are you doing here? His reply, Im home from school and my parents live right around the corner. (weird all this time we were less than 20 miles apart) And so came the regular visits while I was at work, casual dinner dates, which eventually led to our first date. Since he had graduated from college, with his degree in Criminal Justice he was now back home for good and the plan was for him to start the police academy. Our first date started off with dinner then a miniature put put course—where it rained, and since the night was still young we ended up at a billiards club—where I had no idea how to play pool. That first date, got Mr. cowboy a few more dates until we became exclusive and after a month or two of dating, I invited him to meet my entire family at my grandparents 60th wedding anniversary party (where I honestly thought he was going to dump me after being bombarded by my very Cuban family =). I later met his entire family little by little and our relationship as a couple began to grow.
4 years later, after many ups and downs he proposed. Over the course of our relationship we had been to more than 5 weddings together. Crazy, I know. My family had recently been going through some personal health issues with my grandmother where she was in the hospital for almost 2 weeks. That weekend was supposed to be our weekend together but with abuela in the hospital, I made mention that since it was Friday I was going to stop by the hospital after work and he adamantly said no…come by my house first and we can go together. How sweet, I thought (please keep in mind two things: 1 he is a police officer and boyfriend/girlfriend quality time is hard to come by—hence the reason why we spend every other weekend together and 2 I had been sick, work was slow and was ultimately stressed about a family member being in the hospital which meant I hadn’t had the chance to really care what I looked like since most nights were spent visiting abuela) So I drove to his house and got off and there he was….my cowboy in the shirt he wore on our first date, which I didn’t realize yet or fully comprehend what was going on. He asked me to put my things down where he walked me over to the table where there were 24 beautiful red roses and one white rose with two very sentimental pictures flanking the vase full of roses. (Picture 1—of all the camp counselors, the one I had mailed to everyone, Picture 2—us two in the snow on one our first vacations together) At this point he began to talk and I was too worried that I had forgotten an important anniversary date or something but I later refocused my energy on what he was saying, when I then realized that he was shaking, and kind of sweating that he somehow ended up on bended knee and asked me to marry him! I of course said yes and after being completely speechless, surprised and full of happy tears our new journey as an engaged couple begins!!
Did your relationship start out as a friendship and grow into something more? Were you surprised with your proposal?