The Proposal at Huntington Library and Botanical Gardens.
I have been trying to avoid using the phrase "FINALLY!" when announcing our engagement, but Jamie and I are finally engaged and boy, was it worth the wait!
By March 22, 2014 Jamie and I had been dating for 8 years, 4 months and 27 days. Yes, I did the math... That is 438 weeks or 3,072 days or 73,728 hours or 4,423,680 minutes or 265,420,800 seconds, give or take... Heehee.
It started as a regular Saturday morning. Jamie doesn't get a lot of weekends off, so we try to plan something fun when he does. We had decided the night before to go to the Huntingtion Library and Botanical Gardens in San Marino, CA, a place we had been many times before. I was in the midst of a Biggest Loser Challenge at work and wanted to go to a place where we could do a lot of walking while site seeing. It was me that suggested going to the Huntington because we hadn't been there in a while. (Little did I know that Jamie was already scheming and was going to suggest it anyway!) As we got ready that morning, Jamie "got a call" and had to go up to his dad's house to help him move something. A task that is done by Jamie pretty often, so I thought nothing of it. I came to find out later that he went to my parents house to have "the talk" with my dad. Oh, to know what was discussed during that conversation! But Jamie has since stayed pretty hush hush about it. I guess I'll let that remain between them. While he was gone, I got dressed, IN WORKOUT CLOTHES, threw my hair in a pony, and went very light on the makeup. Believe me, if I had know what was going to happen later that day, I would have spent a little more time and effort, and maybe painted my nails too. BUT, NO! He returned about an hour later and off we went to breakfast.
Luckily, I also remembered to grab my brand new Nikon DSLR, to practice some of my photography. The iPhone just would not have done the day justice...
After breakfast we drove to the Huntington, I tried to persuade Jamie to leave his hoodie in the car because the day warmed up nicely, his excuse was something to the effect of, "No I'll leave it on, I don't mind, plus I'll work up a good sweat". The real reason being that the hoodie was hiding the bulge (of the ring box) in his pocket. He told me later that in the car ride over I reached over to touch his leg and that I had my hand an inch away from the box! He was sweating bullets...
