The Proposal

When you've been together as long as we have, the element of surprise is hard to come by. Although I've always known that Jason was the man I was going to marry, it wasn't until the past year that I really started to think about a ring and a proposal as a near reality instead of just something that would happen down the road. The past 6 months, especially, have been extremely nerve wracking. Every trip to Tahoe or dinner out seemed to have the potential for a proposal lurking behind it. I even thought I might find a ring in the potting soil when we planted our garden together in May. The trips and dinners came and went, along with our anniversary and my birthday, but still no proposal.

Fast forward to Wednesday, June 15th. I hadn't been feeling well all week, so despite the gorgeous 80 degree weather outside I was relaxing on the couch after work. Jason walked in the door and asked if I felt well enough to take Trouble for a hike in the Santa Teresa Hills before dinner. After deciding that a little fresh air might be good for me, I agreed. We got our hiking clothes on, grabbed some water and headed out the door.  In true Jason fashion, a short hike turned into a long hike full of "lets just go a little further" and "I just want to see whats on the other side of that hill". Just as the sun was starting to set we got to the top of the highest hill. The view was breathtaking, the breeze was refreshing and the sunset was gorgeous. We soaked it all in for a couple of minutes, but decided we had better give Trouble some water and then head back before it got dark. As I was pouring the water in his bowl, Jason turned his back to me and started fiddling in his backpack. After a couple of minutes of fiddling, telling me he needed to make sure his keys didn't fall out of the bottom of his backpack and offering me his jacket when I was obviously sweaty after an hour long, warm weather hike, I suddenly realized that the only thing that could make him act THAT nervous was a proposal. I started to get nervous myself and, not knowing what else to do, turned around to see what Trouble was up to. I finally heard the fiddling stop and when I turned back around, Jason was on one knee (broken back and all), with the ring box in his hand and a, "Will you marry me", coming from his mouth.

Over the past nine years I've had so much time to imagine what our proposal would be like and now that it has actually happened, I can't imagine it happening any other way. I never would have expected the happiest day of my life to fall on a Tuesday, but it did and it was perfect and it was "us". After all these years Jason still managed to create the element of surprise and I can't wait to see what surprises await us in the many more years to come!