Well, the February that we decided to go, Rome decided it would be fun to snow. So after numerous flight delays, landing in the wrong airport, arriving to our hotel after a horrendous faux cab ride that I almost killed Joel for putting me in, and scary killer clowns I had to avoid, Joel decided to get down on one knee in front of the Trevi fountain and ask me to be his wife. I still smile when thinking of that moment. Without sounding too cliche (epic fail), it was like time stood still. I just knew I would say yes, even though I had thought about breaking things off after I almost died in the cab Joel put me in (seriously).
There was a lot of faith and circumstances that led to us meeting, let alone coming this far. I have no doubt that God had His hand in all of this. Even though I get frustrated with the military and the separations and the nonsense, I would make the same decision all over again. If you're reading this, Joel, you are one amazing man. Thank you for choosing to spend your life with me.
|Me and my new bling, and our post-engagement celebratory gelato.|
|Joel at the scene of the crime, just minutes before he popped the big question.|