I mentioned last week that I was CLUELESS about Kevin’s proposal. But that isn’t entirely true. Kevin and I have been together for a little over 4 1/2 years and during that time, we have had plenty of time to talk about the future. I have known that I was going to marry him for quite some time.
But let’s back up. I met Kevin in fifth grade. I don’t remember how it happened but I know we became quick friends. In almost every picture I have from fifth grade camp, various field trips, and our DARE concert, we are standing right next to each other. Sometime during that year, I found out that he liked me. If you would have told me then that 12 years down the road, I would be marrying the cute little boy with the bleached hair, I would have never believed you (I mean, boys were gross).
Fast forward a couple years to eighth grade. The first class we had together since elementary school was Spanish One. GOSH we hated that class, everyone did. We passed notes with a few of our other friends and I got a detention warning for talking…(who’s surprised?!). In high school, we maintained our friendship and talked before we got on the bus, because ours lined up next to each other. A few times before we could drive, we all walked up to B.Halls for lunch when we got let out early. Before our senior year, we decided to do Viking Edge, a program where seniors go into the freshman homeroom classes and help acclimate the newbies into high school. Kevin and I choose the same group and did training together. During the training, we went into the classroom of one of Kevin’s favorite teachers. She asked why Kevin never dated me, WHILE I WAS IN THE ROOM! I guess Kevin got to thinking that it wasn’t such a bad idea because he asked me to be his girlfriend just a few weeks later on a bridge over the Missouri River.
Lucky for us, we decided to go to the same college the following year. During those four years we had an AMAZING time and learned a ton along the way. We took a couple elective classes together, went to the Lake and California together and we had plenty of study dates. Thankfully, we were both able to graduate in four years.
As you might have read, we had a pretty exciting weekend filled with graduations and family parties. My graduation was on Friday and Kevin’s was Sunday. On Saturday, I had planned to go to Taylor’s graduation and then meet up with Kevin at her party afterwards. He mentioned earlier in the week that he wanted to take me out to Boonville to get drinks where it would be less crowded and he asked if I could take some photos of him for his blog. Of course, I was all over it and the chance to get out of Columbia during the graduation madness was the perfect idea.
So after Taylor’s graduation, I headed to meet Kevin at the restaurant where Taylor was having her party. I was wearing a maxi skirt, tank top and jean jacket and he showed up wearing a suit (minus the tie). Of course, I pleaded to go home and change, all the while, questioning why he was so dressed up. He said he was going to take me somewhere nice and because he still wanted pictures. I didn’t think anything of it.
After changing, we headed to Boonville. I asked where we were going and he told me that we were going to walk around for a while and then decide. So we walked. Since I had my camera, I took plenty of pictures. Of him, the flowers, houses, you name it.
He asked if I wanted to walk on the bridge over the Missouri river and of course, I agreed! We saw a train coming, so I snapped a few of that, the Katy Bridge and of the gorgeous sunset.About halfway over the bridge, Kevin asked if I would take a few pictures. I said of course, but told him that the background might not be exactly what he was looking for and maybe we should find a brick wall or something with a little color. I took the first one (below) and showed it to him. I asked what he thought and he said he wanted more of a head shot. So I hold the camera back up to my face and *within my lens* see him getting down on one knee. I stop (and of course don’t get the picture), he asks me to come closer (I was using my tele), and he asks me to marry him in quite a few more, sweet words. I cry. The happiest tears. In the midst of everything, I apparently took this photo of the ground and my dress.
Afterwards, he tells me of the next plan. We walk off the bridge and into this classy little bar and lounge at The Frederick Hotel. A sign behind the bar says, “Congratulations Kevin and Jacqueline!” and a bottle of wine and two glasses are brought to our little table.
After a glass, we called our parents. Both of his parents and my Dad, knew that he was proposing that night so our Moms, my Dad, and Scott were all together when I called. Denise put the phone on speaker and I got to tell everyone that Kevin had asked me to marry him. It was cool for them to be together and hilarious to hear my Mom find out that she was the only one who didn’t know! Soon after, we called Casey and asked if she would take a few pictures of us. We are so thankful for these.
The night could not have been more perfect and I cannot wait to spend forever with the love of my life!