This is a great idea! Here goes:
I am 29 years old and live in Los Angeles with my husband and doggie. I grew up in Iowa with my parents (still married) and a brother who was a trouble-maker. I'm best friends with both of my parents, but especially my mom. She ended up being my MOH at my wedding. I attended the University of Iowa where....
My husband and I met while in college through a mutual friend. She suggested we started dating b/c we were both very similar. We all went out for drinks one night and then he and I started "dating." At this point, I had just gotten out of a relationship with a guy that I would've sworn at one point that I was going to marry. So, when DH and I started dating, I just wanted to have fun. Basically I wanted to just have someone to go see movies with and have sex with. Yes, it's the truth. I was hurt badly and didn't want that again. So, we date and keep it very casual. Well, the whole love thing creeps up on us and one night about 3 months into the dating we use the "L" word. I did first, but I swear to this day that I was semi-dreaming and didn't mean to say it. Trust me, I didn't b/c I was afraid of scaring him away. Well, from that point on, we loved each other. BUT, I always knew that he wanted to be an actor and that one day he would move to LA. That day came, and I asked if he thinks he might like it if I came too. We talked it over and he decided that this was something he really wanted to do on his own. He didn't want something else to worry about, basically. He moved away, and I was devastated. Well, we talked on the phone almost weekly, and about the time that he'd been gone about a month and a half, I suggest that maybe I come to visit him in LA. He says he doesn't want me to b/c it would be too hard to say goodbye again. Well, of course my feelings are WAY hurt and then he says he wants me to come. Now, I tell him that if he REALLY wants me to come, he'll send one dozen roses to my work the next day (American Eagle at the mall). I'm not usually like this, but for some reason I said it. Who knows. So, the roses come and I book my ticket. On my 4th and last day out visiting him, we're laying in bed that morning and he asks when I'm going to move out to LA. I left Iowa the day after Christmas 1999 and have lived in LA with him ever since.
We had been together for a looooooong time and just started to talk about marriage. Well, more so me than him. But, he's coming around to the idea very slowly. For my birthday last year, he takes me to look at engagement rings. This is the first time that the two of us have EVER stepped foot into a jewelry store together. He begins sweating bullets the moment we walk in.
Well, I wait and I wait. Christmas Eve rolls around and we spend it with a friend that just had a baby a week prior and her husband and other child went to the family Christmas (they didn't want to take the newborn). Well, little did I know that he is planning on proposing that night. So, we spend most of the evening there b/c this friend is like a sister to me. Her home is my home and I saw no point in rushing home early. We finally decide to leave and get home. That's when he gives me a card, which was odd since his rule is 'NO GIFTS' until Christmas morning. Well, the card says "I love you..." with an arrow to turn the page, and then it says 'FOREVER?'. At that point he is on his knee by me and asks me to be his wife. I've never been happier!! That one almost one year ago. I can't believe it.
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