August 10th, 2010

NOTE: The following story features censored language and some silly violence.

On Tuesday, August 10th, my boyfriend Kevin thought it would be a good idea to go to an art museum/nature preserve in our city. Of course, the big art nerd that I am, I think this is a great idea and any day with Kevin is a good day. So we drive out there, and I'm enjoying myself. I'm looking at the sculptures and the greenery and the peacock that's sleeping and kind of has a diva attitude.

"Hey," says Kevin, "let's go over here." So I follow him down this path and we come to this beautiful spot that looks like a tropical paradise in Texas. We have a gorgeous view of the river and the spot were in was probably used before as an outdoor stage for musicians.

"It's so pretty! Let's get married here!" I joke. He laughed and hugged me, and I returned the embrace.

"I love you, Kasey," he said. "You're the song of my heart. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Kevin is quite the romantic as well as the wordsmith, so I basically get poetry everyday which is wonderful. So I'm hugging him while he's saying this, thinking that this is yet another sweet moment during our date. And then I feel him pull away, and I blissfully think, "What's he doing?"

And then he bends down...

And pulls out a little red box...

He may have asked me to marry him, but I think I might have screamed some profanities that drowned it out. Something along the lines of, "What the ****?! Are you ******* kidding me?!" And then I may have pushed Kevin down to the ground. (Whoops...)

Then I collapsed on top of him, cried/laughed and kissed him. Then proceeded to snatch the ring from the little red box and put it on my finger.

Then Kevin asked, "Is that a yes?"

And that concludes my marriage proposal story. <3