On our third date, broadly discussing marriage, Dakota mentioned something along the lines of how he didn’t think he’d ever want to get married because he didn’t want to “deal with all the paperwork.”
I’m sure I responded in the moment as if it wasn’t a big deal, but I remember feeling pretty bummed.
We had hung out all day and were going out again that night together so he dropped me at home to shower and get ready for the evening.
While I was strapping on my dickstabbers I had a thought.
‘I WANT to get married. And I feel truly ready to meet the person I’m meant to be with. So if he really can’t see himself getting married, this will have to end now.’
It was a very sad thought because I knew I really liked him and wanted to be with him, but I hadn’t worked so hard on myself in my 20’s to compromise the things I wanted to experience most in life.
I’d need to tell him when he picked me back up…
When I got in the car I said “Listen, we need to talk.”
His response? “Ut oh. I’m in trouble. What’d I do?”
Which was adorbs, and only made what I was about to say even scarier because I knew I could lose him.
It was only our third date, but I knew I wanted to be with him from the first one.
I said, “I really want to get married at some point, so if that isn’t something you can see yourself doing, please let me know now.”
His response, “Ok.”
And that was all I needed, because from that simple “ok,” I knew.
We both knew.
It was happening.
We drove off into the night to eat tacos and drink champagne. Literally. For the third night in a row. We had a lot more free time back then.
I actually started falling in love with him that night. He’d forgotten we’d already eaten dinner so he ordered six tacos, and inhaled them, all before questioning why I only ordered one, “to be social.”
The man can eat. And for some reason, that’s sexy.
Last week, I asked Dakota to plan a family day for us on his next day off.
He chose Disneyland.
Right away I had my suspicions. I kept questioning him, “Are you sure you want to go to Disneyland? You hate crowds.”
We packed ourselves up and were out the door before 9am.
Early afternoon at Disneyland, we got into a couple of little tiffs. He had a short tone with me all morning, which made me more in-tuned.
He was nervous.
He would say the tiffs were my fault because I kept making us split snacks and treats instead of letting him get his own thing, so he was hangry. I wanted to try a larger variety without getting too full…
Either way, I knew something was off.
Even though it’s meant to be a surprise, I’m a bit of a psychic and often can’t help myself. At two different times during the day I verbalized to him how I thought he was going to propose, because I’m a blunt asshole sometimes.
He would just smirk and shrug me off.
I even considered patting him down. I was so curious to know if today was the day.
I gave up on the idea at one point and decided to stay super present. I figured if he was going to do it, he would’ve done it in front of Sleeping Beauty’s castle, but he never once tried to steer us towards it.
We’d been at Disney for 12 hours and were utterly exhausted. We anxiously waited for the fireworks show to start.
We were so happy and proud of our little, just shy of 8 months old, trooper for hanging in there without any meltdowns.
When the fireworks began, Dakota grabbed my left arm and tried to pull me towards him. I was holding Chunkz in my right arm, chatting with another mom, so I kept trying to shake him off me.
Then he pulled me a little harder and I saw he was on one knee, holding the ring we’d picked out together this past December.
I immediately started bawling.
He said “So, I love you…”
Then he froze.
I pulled him up from the ground to hug and kiss him.
We did a big, long, family hug before putting the ring on my hand.
Then I proceeded to harass him about not actually asking me to marry him, because I’m a blunt asshole sometimes.
Me: I think you forgot a few words.
Me: You didn’t even ask me. You didn’t give me a chance to say no.
Then I made him say the words “Will you marry me?” to me three different times until I heard it with the tone, inflection, and eye contact that best suited me.
He’s such a lucky man!
I’d already been crying off and on all day from how happy I was to be sharing the magic of Disney with my little family. I didn’t know I could feel any happier.
What. A. Rush. It’s honestly a blur.
Did I really get proposed to at Disneyland by the love of my life, while holding my amazing daughter, right before the most amazing fireworks show I’ve ever seen?
I did. That really happened, y’all. That really happened.
I can’t even imagine a more romantic scenario.
We were surrounded by tens of thousands of people, but it was surprisingly intimate. I don’t think anyone around us even noticed it happened. It was dark, and there were fireworks blasting off, to celebrate me, in front of my castle, so obvi they were distracted…
I’m so excited to dress shop… for Chunkz! I’m going to wrap her in 50 yards of tulle and teach her to drive down the aisle in a Power Wheels Mercedes.
People keep asking when the wedding will be.
I’m not sure it’s even really hit me yet, so I haven’t begun to make any plans.
Dakota says, “whenever [my] dad pays him a dowry of three cows, two goats, and enough money to cover [my] funeral.”
I’m thinking winter. Chunkz and I sweat a lot.
I’ll let Dakota deal with the paperwork. 😉
Here’s a bonus example of our relationship.
Me: ::crying:: I’m sad. I miss my mom and I don’t know why.
Him: Because she’s dead.
Me: Oh. Ok, honey.
aaaaaand, crisis averted. He has such a way with me. <3