The story of Mark and me meeting is a whole tale in itself. Long story short, I was essentially set up with him the first week of college by my freshman year roommate. I had no intentions of entering into a relationship until my at least my junior year, but the second she showed me his picture and spoke of all the things we had in common, I knew we had to meet. Cue maybe a day later when my roommate and I were walking to lunch in the pouring rain and passed Mark and his best friend Ben. Both equally as tall and handsome, but the two seconds of shaking Mark’s hand and heading back into the rain was enough to develop a crush that would now last a lifetime.
Two days later, the romantic story quickly turns into a fairytale bar scene where I met up with Mark and Ben in line into the first stop on the first night out. Mark and I stood near the bar talking about our various rock climbing, camping, and hiking adventures. He swears he didn’t know that the first thing he handed me was a shot of tequila, but I was outwardly offended and asked him what he was trying to pull. I got over it pretty quickly and now he claims that it was all it took to make me fall in love. Maybe he was right.
I remember thinking that I’d never met anyone like him. He was confident, but so down to Earth. He carried himself with reassurance and such excited energy. He made me feel like I wouldn’t worry about anything in the world when I was around him. We clicked instantly and I called my mom the next day and told her I’d met the guy I was going to marry.
We spent the majority of the next 6 years attached at the hip and over this past Easter weekend (unbeknownst to me) he asked my dad for my hand in marriage.
In the weeks leading up to the proposal, I was planning a Supper Club party for Mark’s and my family to meet up at his lake house. I compiled and assigned the perfect menu all to find that everyone cancelled one by one. Mark assured me that we’d reschedule and he’d take me out to a nice dinner downtown instead so while I was a little disappointed, at least I could rest with the assurance that I would still be eating in the near future.
After work on Friday, June 10th Mark asked me to get a Lyft to his downtown apartment so we could walk to dinner. This wasn’t completely out of the ordinary because he lives in the middle of the city where it’s nearly impossible to find parking on the weekend. I was starving so I got there promptly at 6pm and chatted with his roommate while waiting at least 30 minutes for him to get home. He called to tell me there was traffic, but I later found out he was just sitting in his car in the parking garage stalling.
After Mark took his sweet little time “freshening up for dinner” I rattled off to him exactly what I wanted to order and we walked down Main Street. He was acting pretty normal, but grabbed my hand in trying to spin me, which he always does because he knows it mortifies me in public. I was in mid-protest about how much I hated when he did that when he stopped and said “Margaret, we’re not going to dinner.” He later swore that I would start crying right then and there because he knows how much I hate not getting dinner, but the next words out of his mouth were “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” In front of everyone dining outside on Main Street, Mark got down on one knee and with the sweetest words, asked me to marry him.
The ring was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. We hadn’t looked or even talked about what I might want because it meant more to me that he would design it himself with me in mind. It was perfect.
There were two hilarious things that happened while Mark was on one knee that we didn’t even process until later.
He was so nervous that after he poured his heart out, he froze up and forgot about the part where he’s suppose to give me a ring. We were just looking at each other in happiness and shock so finally I asked him if he’d open little black box in his hand. Once I finally got to see it, the poor sap blanked out again so finally a blurted out “will you put it on me?!” If you knew Mark, you wouldn’t be surprised that the next thing out of his mouth was “no, you’re supposed to put it on!” I protested and finally he took it out and slipped it onto my left ring finger.
The crowds went wild and I turned to see that two of our good friends had been hiding behind a light post taking pictures. They looked back at the shots they got and there was this strange lady that almost seemed to purposely get entirely too close to us like there was a magnetic force drawing her into our engagement. We’ve gotten a good laugh at her photobombs.
Mark took me back home to find that my parents and all my best friends had come in from Nashville along with all of Mark’s family for a shrimp boil and engagement party. One of the best parts was that Mark had even flown Ben in from California to celebrate with us. It was truly the best night and weekend of my entire life.
So now I’ll be doing my best to post updates with the wedding planning as well as all the recipes I’ve been working on during my interim! I’m still running almost daily and in the kitchen creating new things as often as I can, which I plan on sharing again soon! Linking up with Amanda.
How have you been?!
I need updates on everyone!