I'm sure many of you are wondering how this all came about. I will begin by sharing a universal truth: things in life rarely happen the way you expect them to.
When Dean and I moved to Florida, I came to terms with the fact that we wouldn't be married let alone engaged for quite some time. We were broke, living paycheck to paycheck supporting ourselves and our growing family. And I have always been so happy with that.
This past September when Dean got his
I know a lot of you may think so far that this isn't very romantic, and truthfully- it wasn't. I'm not big on surprises and the fact that we went through the whole process together is really fitting to our relationship. We are best friends. Going through life and making decisions together as a team.
A couple days after we ordered the ring I started checking the mail for it. It didn't show. After a week I made Dean call, and they said they had shipped it but didn't give us a tracking number or anything. Day after day, I shook like a crack-addict as I struggled to get my key in the mailbox. And still, it didn't show. The woman he talked to told Dean 5-7 business days. So Monday, Day 7 from the shipping day, Dean called them asking what the hell is up. They said they shipped it FedEX and their records showed repeated attempted diliveries. To the wrong address. They gave him the FedEX tracking number. Dean called FedEX at 6:45 with his tracking number. They said it was at their pickup center and that after repeated delivery attempts (to the wrong address) they were going to return the package to the sender the next day. And by the way, they closed at 7:30.
We jumped in the car and burned rubber to the FedEX pickup place. We made it with fifteen minutes to spare. Dean ran in and got the package, opening it on his way out the door. Then he proposed to me, right in the FedEX parking lot. That's a story to tell the grandkids.