Friday, September 19, 2008
We bought new bedroom furniture a few weeks ago (a life saver) and were cleaning out all of our old furniture that we have had since we got married. As I was cleaning out one of our many junk drawers (you know, the drawer that has all the birthday, christmas, anniversary, and special occasion cards along with loose change safety pins, etc.) I came across our photos of when Paul had proposed to me.
It was nearly a year to the day at the summer fest concert we had attended that was our first outing together as a couple. So nearly one year later, Paul pulled some strings and got it worked out that he would propose to me on stage at the concert. I of course was completely oblivious to what was going on.
My dad was the entertainment writer at the time so I figured my mom had come to the concert to hang out with my dad. All our friends had come also, and again I figured it was just to hang out all day at the concert. We arrived at the concert and Paul made sure to get a place near the stage, which was weird because we usually like to be more toward the middle in order to get a good look at the entire stage. Paul kept telling me that when he asked I was to put on my flip flops and follow him, I of course agreed and followed him on stage. The staff from B93.1 kept me occupied while Paul was being prepped about the microphone and then the band that I was totally looking forward to seeing kept telling me they weren't ready to start and not to introduce them yet (this is what I thought the surprise was) and then I heard every girl at the concert gasp, I turned to see Paul on one knee asking me to marry him. So in front of 10,000 concert goers I was proposed to. I of course said yes and have now been married almost 8 years and have to beautiful kids to show for it.