
So last Saturday I got engaged to Brad! I thought I would write it out so I would remember it better.
I had a feeling it was coming because I accidentally found out that he was talking to my parents a while ago and he was acting really weird. Very insistent about a Saturday night date, which he never really is without reason (Saturday nights we normally hang out with some of our others friends).
Anyways we went out for dinner at my favorite sushi restaurant called Omi (if you ever go there get the sesame spinach roll...seriously good, if you need someone to go with you...Call me). We then proceeded to go shopping for new jeans for Brad (one of our friends thought he proposed in Kohl. Thanks for not doing that Brad!) Next he told me he had to go to church to put something in a mailbox (I didn't believe that was all he needed to do, so I did the only thing I could think of told him I was not going in...I did). He had wrote me a nice note and put it in my church mailbox (I love my church mailbox). He then ask me to accompany him o the roof (It is a flat roof, that I like to sit on every chance I get). He played me a song he wrote for me on his guitar and ask me. Although I had seen this coming and had a rehearsed yes...all I said was really? He said yes. I said I should say Yes...I did.
He also told me there was no more surprises, but was still acting funny... and sure enough a bunch of our friends from church (young and old) were in my basement. A great end to a great night!
It was a great night! Congrats to both of you. But this story makes me wonder why I haven't gone to sushi with you?
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