No! No! I Mean...Yes!

Two Years ago...

We took a trip to visit my grandparents in Naples.

Mr. B and I had been talking about getting engaged.

I couldn't stand surprises.

While Mr. B ran into a store I peeked at his phone to see if the ball was truly rolling.

The ball was rolling.

I found the number to the ring store in his recent calls.

My finger accidentally touched the screen and called the number.

My heart sank down way below the ground, I was shaking and keeping an eye out for his return to the car.

I called myself approximately 10 times to get the ring number as low on the recent calls list as possible.

Jim and Pam from The Office got engaged.

I joked around that it was foreshadowing.

Mr. B quickly assured me, in all seriousness, that he is really sorry, but the ring wasn't finished yet and it wasn't going to be happening this weekend.

I believed him.

I believed him so much that as he was showering I was searching through all his bags.

I found nothing.

I believed him.

From then on I was so oblivious to all other clues.

My grandparents decided last minute not to join us for dinner.

I saw my grandpa hug Mr. B before we left.

I didn't blow dry or style my hair.

I wore the ugliest outfit.

I will never get over that.

I wish Mr. B told me to look better.

I still hold a grudge.

The sunset was perfect.

Perfect for a proposal.

I was convinced he was not proposing.

I decided it was okay that the ring wasn't ready and that I would rather get engaged back home in NH surrounded by family and relayed this information to Mr. B.

He said, "So now would be a bad time?"

I did the nervous laugh and acted like I didn't hear what he said-"wha??"

He repeated himself.

Ummmmm.

Pushed his chair back.

And got down on one knee.

I was in disbelief shouting "No! No!"

He was saying "Will you marry me?"

People in the restaurant probably felt sorry for the poor kid who was being rejected after proposing in front of everyone.

Embarrassing.

I then shouted, "I mean, yes! Yes!"

Mr. B was nervous.

Saying "no" sent him into nervous overdrive.

He handed me the box with the ring inside instead of putting it on my finger.

I laughed.

I told him he needs to put it on my finger.

The people in the restaurant clapped and took our picture.

I couldn't eat my dinner because I felt sick to my stomach.

Mr. B took offense.

The sickness was out of pure excitement.

Seriously.

I hated my hair and outfit, but was thankful that my nails were beautiful.

That's more important anyway.

My hand was the focus of the night and the weeks to follow.

It was an ugly odd number date.

I tried to look past it.

I was going to marry my best friend and that trumps an odd number.

In the end I was surprised.

He pulled it off.

Today...

Happily married for almost 9 months.

Mr. B graduates in 12 days.

We pick up our first puppy in 14 days.

We move in and begin our official grown-up life in 16 days.

So blessed and thankful to look and see how far we have come.

We really do complete each other.

Two years ago, on April 19 2008, I made the best decision and said no, no, yes to spending the rest of my life with my best friend.