Just over four years ago, Eric and I were in my apartment while I was getting ready for our date that night.
I remember saying, "I've never had a guy watch me get ready for a date with him before."
Eric's response: "We're not going on a date."
I didn't know it at the time, but he was trying to play it cool. I was livid that he didn't think our night counted as a date. So, ornery as can be, I went with Eric to our favorite restaurant, Happy Sumo.
After dinner, Eric said he wanted to drive up into the canyon to hang out for a little bit. Totally not my kind of thing, so I got a little ornerier. After we parked, got out and sat on the hood of the car, Eric pulled out a large cardboard box full of smaller jewelry boxes. I immediately burst into tears, I felt so bad for being such a brat all night. Thankfully, Eric was very forgiving, and he let me open up each of the jewelry boxes. Every box contained a little note or trinket that Eric had made for me.
Finally, we got to the last box and Eric said he got to open that one. At this point, I was crying SO hard I couldn't see a thing. My guilty tears were happy tears at this point, but they were still blinding. I knew what was in the box Eric had just opened, but I couldn't see or think of anything. Neither one of us can remember exactly what he said, but we both remember that I said yes!
The night of our engagement was pretty much indicative of how the next four years would go...I would be bratty, Eric would be extremely thoughtful and kind, then forgiving, and I would wonder how in the world I landed such a catch. Four years later, I am still the luckiest girl in the world.