I’ve always been the girl who was worried about finding love. I constantly worried over if the person that I was with was all in or asking myself, “why am I not all in?” All of that changed when I met Adam. We worked together for 2 years before we dated, but in that time I got to know the most loyal, caring, intelligent and intensely funny person I had ever met. But, it took month long separation when we were put on different projects made me realize that my respect for this man had grown into something else.
Three months later, after I bit the bullet and told him how I felt, we started dating. I kept waiting for the familiar feeling of doubt to show up, but it never came. And the longer we were together the more those thoughts faded into the background. I knew I was all in.
On our one year anniversary, I asked another question. I asked Adam to move in with me. He agreed and we moved in together in June 2014. I also told him that I was done asking questions; the next one was his turn.
After living together for a few months, we had many conversations about kids, where we would live and what we wanted out of our lives, both individually and as a team. We talked about marriage, but we never talked about a proposal or a wedding. We both knew each other wanted to get married and wanted to have a wedding, but we never talked about it in any detail. I think the marriage part was much more exciting that we both glossed over that event.
That is probably why I was so utter shocked when on Christmas morning, Adam got down one knee after our little couple’s present exchange, pulled out a little black box and asked me to marry him. I hyperventilated, stuck out my hand, looked at him through teary eyes and finally squeaked, “Yes!” I’m engaged to the man of my dreams, we are getting married next September and I think I’m still shaking.