I have been wanting to get engaged to my boyfriend for about a year now. He is such a catch and I knew it right away. It sure has been a journey getting to this point but I am glad to be here now.
If I’m honest, I had some real anxiety over the 6 months prior to leading up to the proposal. I didn’t know when he was going to ask me and I got in my head and freaked myself out about it more than once. I am a chronic over-analyzer and it doesn’t always serve me well! I’m also a control freak and like to know what to expect at all times. A flaw of mine, I’m well aware of. Nothing requires more patience and surrender than allowing your partner to pop the question when they are ready to. I didn’t want to ruin it or it to be my idea somehow. So I gritted my teeth and shoved down my impatience and waited best I could.
He’s from North Iowa and I’m from Southern Missouri. Suffice to say they move a little slower up there and quite a bit faster down here on the marriage front. My first husband proposed to me after 6 months. That’s what I’m used to. I can say I am glad we waited though. It would have been a mistake to get engaged during that first year, honestly, it might have not even stuck. Our first year was tough. We fought a lot and didn’t get each other. Our second year was much calmer, we came to understand each other, our different wants and needs as individuals. We stopped butting heads…
