So Kristin has given you the story of how the proposal went down. But, as with most chronicles, there’s a little more to it. Here’s the rest of the story…
The ring search began with a trip to KC during the work week. I wanted to start looking at different options; plus, it gave me a good excuse to go down and see my boo; but I couldn’t let her know my intentions...so like any good boyfriend would do, I had to lie.
I told Kristin my dad bought a gift in Overland Park for my mom’s birthday and it needed to be picked up. She bought my story because my mom’s birthday was actually coming up the next week, so it worked out pretty well. But as Kristin continued to question me about where I was going and what I was picking up, the fibs grew larger and larger.
The “gift” was some nice kind of coffee maker. Kristin thought it sounded pretty cool so she almost asked to check it out. Luckily I was able to change the subject and let the topic die. The first bullet was dodged.
After visiting another store a week later, I was pretty sure I had found the “one.” The following Friday I was heading to KC, so I took off from work an hour earlier than I had told her so I could get the deal done. I got everything completed and now it was just a matter of picking up the ring.
In the meantime, I almost screwed up my entire plan.
That Sunday, we went to church and decided to grab some Salty Iguana afterwards (their menus smell terrible, btw). On the drive, we started talking about something that reminded me of a conversation I had had at the jewelry store. But, at the time, I didn’t remember the location of my story.
So as I started to tell Kristin, I was like “oh, I remember now.” And then my trusty light bulb came on and I quickly realized I should shut up.
Oops!
I had gone too far with my story and basically had to tell her not to worry about what I had just said.
I had gone too far with my story and basically had to tell her not to worry about what I had just said.
I could tell she was completely confused by what was occurring so later on I told her that all I could say was that she’d find out soon enough and it was a good thing. Another crisis averted.
Before Kristin and I took off for Omaha for the weekend, I had one small thing left to do: ask her dad for permission.
Before Kristin and I took off for Omaha for the weekend, I had one small thing left to do: ask her dad for permission.
I called her dad and asked him out to lunch, and luckily he was free. We talked for awhile, ate and we were about to head out when I mentioned that I had one more thing I needed to talk to him about...
Her dad responded with "well, just blurt it out already", so I did and thankfully he gave me permission to ask Kristin to marry me.
The day that Kristin and I were heading to Omaha for our little getaway, I asked my dad to run down to Joslin’s Jewelry (this is Kristin-best store ever, for real) to pick it up. He got the ring to me later in the day; just in time for our trek north.
Kristin’s already taken care of all the girly details so I won’t bore you with those J All I know is she said yes and the wedding planning is in full force!
Original post here.
