It started out like any other Sunday...
We began the day going house shopping, which actually turned out to be really productive. We have a new realtor from the last time we went down the road to potential homeownership, and she is amazing! I never thought how much of a difference a good realtor could make when it comes to looking for potential homes. After looking at a few houses, Derek and I went on a mountain bike ride - our first since the spring, since it's been too hot recently.
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Since it was still pretty hot/humid (pretty sure the humidity was 91% that day) and we both forgot our camelbaks, we opted for a short four mile ride, followed by a ride to the boat ramp and a dip in the river. Sidenote: when you're planning on swimming around in the river, don't wear a white sports bra. After the ride back from the boat ramp, I was all for going home, but Derek wanted to go on a trail run - I insisted it was too hot. Too tired. We didn't have a lot of water. But he said we needed to work on our running-after-biking for the tri we're doing (in three weeks eeeep). So I agreed to a two-ish mile run.
On the trail, there is a place where the trees and vines completely cover the whole trail, making a sort of vine/tree tunnel. It's my favorite part of the trail and I always say something about how pretty it is every time we ride through it. As we ran through, I said, as I usually do, "This is my favorite part, it's so cool how the trees make a tunnel here. It's so pretty." Derek replied, "Yeah, wouldn't it be a cool place to get engaged?" I kind of giggled a little and said, "Yeah, it would be." but not thinking much about it.
Then we ran out of the tunnel and nothing happened.
After running a few more minutes (the whole time me complaining about anything: tree roots, sweat, being tired, bugs) Derek ran through not one, but two spiderwebs back to back. As he was frantically making sure there wasn't a spider crawling on his head, I started doing the same. Because spiders on my body would not have been okay. Once I made sure I was arachnid-free, I started running again and Derek whipped around very fast, throwing his hand out toward me. I, being the highly logical and sensible lady that I am, screamed (still thinking of spiders) "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
Him: "What does it look like I'm doing??"
Me (after seeing something sparkley): "What is that? What are you doing?"
Him: "Hahaha what does it look like?"
Me: "Are you kidding me right now?"
Him "Nope."
Me: "...................................."
Him: "Well?"
Me: "Well, you haven't asked me anything yet!"
Him: "Oh, I thought it was kind of implied. I guess, will you marry me?"
Me: "YES!"
And we lived happily ever after.
Not really. We still had another mile and a half to run before we got back to the truck, the whole time me running with my hand in my face staring at my beautiful new toy, tripping over tree roots. It wasn't what you would call a "romantic" proposal, mainly because I half way didn't believe that it was ACTUALLY happening, after months of waiting.
