The Proposal

Blake and I had talked about getting married for quite some time but I had absolutely no idea when he would propose.

The Christmas season was rapidly approaching and we had several parties and events we were to attend. We made sure to plan out our month very maticulously so that we wouldn't overplan or miss anything. Blake told me early in December that his older sister hosts a party every year for one of her friends. I quickly put it on the calendar so I wouldn't plan anything else that night.

As the date for the party came, he would give me more details like the formality of the party and what we would be doing there. I was very excited because his sister is a wiz when it comes to event planning, so I knew it would be a blast.

The night of the party came and I was on my way over there. I called Blake to see if I needed to bring anything. He assured me Morgan had taken care of everything. I was all dressed up and ready for our first formal Christmas party together. I pulled up to the house and there was only one other vehicle there. I figured I was a bit early and thought nothing else of it. There was a pathway lined with gorgeous luminerias that led to the backyard. I followed it to find that Blake and I were the only ones in the backyard. You would think I would have known at that point what was about to happen.

Blake beckoned me to come over to a bench where he was sitting in front of the fire pit. Then I looked around and saw several lit candles surrounding the area as well as a gorgeous vase full of at least two dozen long stem red roses. At this time, I thought it was just a romantic Christmas dinner just for the two of us. I thought it was the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me. I was so proud of Blake for thinking of something like that. But that wasn't it.

Blake took me over to the table where the roses and several other gorgeous trinkets lay. There were silver heart shaped dishes, two long stem glasses for the sparkling cider we were about to share and 3 beautiful small dishes full of graham crackers, marshmellows and chocolate bars. It was a s'mores night.

He then handed me an envelope and asked me to read its contents out loud. It read:

"Can you believe it has already been a year?

That's 12 months since that terrible, but perfect, New Years Eve,

365 days since YOU and I became a "WE",

8,760 hours of becoming my best friend and being there for me,

525,600 minutes imagining what we can be,

I love you more than anything,

And after 31,536,000 seconds of thinking of eternity,

There's only one thing left to do..."

I tried to fight back tears as I read the last line because I knew what was about to come. I turn around and there he was, my handsome prince, down on one knee. He said he loved me and he wanted to spend the rest of eternity with me. Then he extended a small box with a sparkling diamond inside. I couldn't hardly see anything through my blurry, tear-filled eyes, but I didn't need to. He asked me if I would marry him and I said "Of course I will". We were both tearing up, me moreso than him, and embraced for what seemed like an hour.

Morgan, of course captured the whole thing on camera, the sneaky girl.

The funny part is, that he had a whole romantic night planned out for us. Those plans were quickly shot down as I wanted to rush to tell my family. We drove all over town from Mesa, to Gilbert, to Tempe, announcing our engagement to everyone.

Poor Blake didn't get dinner that night. I'm sure he forgives me though.

- Megan