We Are Engaged!

I am so happy to announce that Brandon and I are engaged!

I am not the kind of girl who dreamed of a fairy tail ending or has imagined her wedding since she was a little girl. I've really always prided myself on being a strong, independent woman. And then I met Brandon, who showed me that strong, independent women can also have their fairy tail endings.

Here is the rundown of our relationship:

We met at a bar (the classiest place to meet the love of your life), spent nearly every day together after that, moved in together after 6 months, engaged at a year.

Now let's get to the good stuff, why don't we? The engagement...

Brandon and I had been living together since July. We had met a few days before Christmas the previous year, so this was our first real Christmas together as a couple. I had been planning for weeks, making sure to spoil him rotten. Brandon, meanwhile, wouldn't even let me get a real Christmas tree. Don't worry, he finally settled and bought me a 4-foot tree that we kept on the counter in the kitchen.

His Christmas presents were coming in the mail weekly and while I delighted in wrapping them and putting them under our tiny tree, Brandon would tell me that I was getting coal for Christmas. He's a real romantic, that Brandon!

Christmas Day rolled around and we exchange our presents. I made him go first because I was so excited to see him open his gifts. A custom-fitted shirt, a painted canvas of Coors Field, a custom drawing of his '66 Chevy Nova (the true love of his life), etc.

Then it's my turn! He hands me two small boxes....not ring-size, but like...socks-size. I open the first one and it's.......socks. Fluffy socks. In all seriousness I loved them, so it wasn't a bad gift. No custom drawing of my post prized possession, but it was cute.

I open my next box and it's....socks. Fluffy ones, still! And a book light. A rechargeable LED one, though, which is pretty badass. In my mind I'm thinking, "Sweet Brandon. At least he knows me well and knows I love to cuddle up at night in some cozy socks and read my books."

Fast-forward to later when Brandon randomly said to me, "Hey, look! Santa stopped by!" And from under the tree he pulls out two more boxes, same size and shape as the first two. I open the first one and it's a Bed, Bath and Beyond gift card. Awesome! There is one down the street from us and I spend an unhealthy amount of time shopping there, so Santa did good on that one!

I open up the next one and it's....SOCKS! I'm like, "Man! Santa sure does want to make sure my feet stay warm!" But I notice this weird lump in the bottom of one of the socks and I'm thinking, "reeeeeaaaal funny, Brandon, sticking a lump of coal in there!" (We had spent a lot of time joking about getting each other coal for Christmas). But it wasn't coal. It was a tiny box, which I opened up to find the most beautiful ring.

I literally just stared at it and Brandon asked me, "do you know what that is?"

Dumbfounded, all I could answer was, "No..."

He took the box, got down on one knee and popped the question.

It was like the movies, I swear. I cried like a little baby.

Side note: Why do girls always cry when their boyfriend proposes? It's such a weird reaction...

I said yes, we're getting married in November and we lived happily ever after.

In all seriousness, it was awesome. Being engaged is this incredible feeling where all of a sudden trivial things don't matter anymore. Ex-girlfriends and ex-boyfriends are meaningless, silly fights seem extra silly.

But I also started to look at things in a different, cooler way. For example, we had been living in Brandon's house, but I no longer thought of it as "Brandon's house." It's ours. We live here. I'm excited to think about the cool renovations we can make if we stay here long-term.

The future is something I think about a lot more, too. And the decisions we make. Like, we've always been really careful about not drinking and driving but neither of us will say no to a beer with a friend after work. Well now that we're getting married and making life plans, drinking a beer before driving home seems like a stupid risk to take. Instead, we just make plans to either take an Uber home, or have the sober one come pick is up after we're done hanging with our friends.

It's crazy, it's fun, and it's not a feeling I would trade for the world. I am OFFICIALLY making forever plans with the love of my life. How lucky am I? To officially be #NearlyNovak

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