I'm Going to be a Mrs!

I don’t even know how to begin this story. I thought about each and every one of you when I was blasting the news via text and Facebook yesterday. How will I write this blog post? I’m going to save you reading the entire thing: I’m Engaged!

Capital E. Engaged.

Here’s the scoop. Cowboy and I went to V’s wedding. And it was so cute. So very them. I’ll post pictures soon. The reception was a cocktail reception and that meant drinks, drinks, and drinks. The wedding started early so it ended early – everyone decided on an after party location and we trollied over there.

At the after-party, we you can imagine, I drank a lot more, Cowboy told me that he wanted to dance on the rooftop with me. What rooftop? Our rooftop on our apartment building. And yes, if you’ve been here awhile, its that infamous rooftop of ours but I’m not going there today. This is supposed to be romantic not hoochified. Back at our place, close to one o’clock in the morning, he takes me up to the roof. Dallas was looking fabulous.

We started dancing to something he was humming (or he may have been singing, I honestly cannot remember) and then when we were standing back to front looking out at the city, he said that he had a question to ask me…I turned around and there he was on one knee – asking me to marry him!

I started yelling a whole bunch of crazy and said yes. I don’t remember the other details but he got back down on his knee, two more times and kept asking me. I kept saying yes. He asked me for marriage, babies and no matter what we plan, his only request is to be married before 2010.

Afterwards, we went back to our apartment and I barely slept a wink. Yesterday I was on complete high. Turns out, he has had the ring for two months and was just waiting for a moment. He said he almost proposed in his pajamas several times ;) I just cannot believe that I’m going to Mrs. Cowboy!! That just makes beyond ecstatic!