10 years ago today, Jonathan asked me to marry him.
And, what I am about to share with you is shocking!
Mr. Romantic, Mr. Writer/Poet/Painter, Mr. Renaissance man proposed to me in a very unique way!
No, it was not with a sky writer while strolling on the beach hand in hand at sunset.
Nope, not over the scoreboard at a Mariners baseball game.
Not a hot air balloon while sipping wine and savoring the view of the gorgeous country side.
No. No. No. He didn't write me a lovely poem or paint me a gorgeous piece of art.
On top of the Eiffel tower? Not even close. The Space Needle? Not there either.
It was pretty plain and simple.
No fire. No wine. No candles. No cuddles.
No profession of his endearing love for me.
It was .......... over the phone.
Yep. that's what I said - the phone.
And, furthermore, he first proposed "hypothetically".
Can you believe it?
Shocking, I know.
Absolutely, incredibly SHOCKING.
And you know what the best part of it was? I didn't think a thing about all of those crazy fairytale ideas that I had fantasized about for so long.
All I could think about was Yes! Yes! Yes! Absolutely without a doubt, Yes!
Happy Proposal Day, Babe! Thanks for asking!
I love you!