The Proposal

30 December 2013

Here is My Love Story. This is the proposal.

 Mr J and I had been together for almost three years when we began to talk seriously about engagement.  It was always in the plan but not always on our mind. As typical Teagan, I wanted to know exactly what Mr J was thinking in regards to popping the question. Where? When? How? ...but still wanted a surprise {I understand now, why I caused some frustration}. We prayed a lot, asked deep questions about our future, talked about rings and experienced some shopping at jewellers. It was now a matter of waiting for the right time to come.

 It was summer holidays. I was working at a local apple packing shed with my best friend, Lauren P. I told her about Mr J and my possible future engagement and she was over the moon. The following weeks consisted of over-thinking accusations of when Mr J may pull out a ring. On Saturday 22nd December, I worked in the shed on a 38 degrees day, starting early and finishing at 12pm. Hot and sweaty, I travelled down the hill to watch Mr J play baseball. It was a normal, hot, summer day for that time of year. As a result of an early morning and hot weather I slightly resembled the cookie monster - a little grouchy. Baseball finished and Mr J and I drove back to his house to swim in the pool. The engagement topic arose and due to my mood, poor Mr J copped the bad end of an over-tired Teagan. I snapped a few times. Jamie dispaeared from the pool to the loo but took a long time {For those that know any male - this is nothing out of the ordinary}. In the meantime, I jumped out the pool and sat in the sun. Mr J arrived back and sat next to me. He put his arms around me and the following words turned me from the cookie monster to the happiest women alive.

  "Teagan, you know that I love you... Will you marry me?"  

He got down on one knee and held out the ring. In my heart and my head I wanted to yell a big, humongous yes but instead, I was speechless. All I could do was smile. My answer of silence was not helping Mr J's nerves though, so he asked me again and I said a verbal 'yes' this time.  The ring was a perfect fit and amazingly beautiful.

 After the adrenaline had come down to normal level for both of us, Mr J informed he had picked the ring up and spoke to my Dad that same morning, while I was at work. What a big day!

 Hours of phone calls and messages later, we sat down trying to believe that this wasn't one of those incredible dreams. I could not be happier. It was truly a Mr J proposal - spontaneous, relaxed and super exciting. Perfect.

 This is not only a gorgeous ring, a relationship that has turned into engagement or the planning of a wedding. This is a commitment, and I wouldn't want to do it with anyone else.  I'm so madly, deeply and crazy in love with this handsome man…

The countdown in on until February the 1st, 2014.

My Love Story

Mr J and I first lay eyes on each other in the summer of 2009 at Thebarton Ice Arena. My friend {Amy} recognised Mr J as her boyfriend's {Mark} basketball side-kick, but wasn't certain. For the next fifteen minutes we used our slightly skilled, yet clumsy skating to follow this long dark haired boy around the rink, trying to pick similarities out from what she previously remembered of him. Eventually, we got the guts to call him over. Before he was within three meters of us, I bailed. All I remember thinking as I watched him talk was, "Crackamoly! Why does all that cuteness make me lose my skating ability when I'm near him?"

Without saying diddly squat to each other, something attracted me to him. I couldn't help but ask Amy and Mark about Mr J the following day. They then informed me that Mr J had been asking about me too! Oh.My.Gosh. With a little hesitation to do phone number swapsies with a stranger, I convinved myself it was safe. Consecutive mornings I started receiving messages wishing me a wonderful day. We shared the same stress and study requirements of grade eleven exams and the hope to get to know each other better. 

A week or two later I was squirming with nerves to meet Mr J for the first time at the Wallis Cinemas. We double dated with Mark and Amy to see The Time Travellers Wife. Great movie, great company. Nerves weren't needed because as soon as Mr J and I started talking, we didn't stop. We started a friendship that day which I didn't want to end. 

The following days were spent on the phone for hours. How is it possible for someone to make me laugh so much? I remember learning about his passion for sport, knee reconstruction, favourite comedian and discussing if white is a colour or not. Our fondness for each other grew and we would tell each other that we wished the conversations never had to end. 

Mr J asked me if I would go to church with him. This would be our first official date and I didn't hesitate. We shared our love for God together and it was amazing. Not only did I thoroughly enjoy every minute with Mr J, I felt closer to God and learnt that this man can sing!  

The following week, we had another movie date followed by fish and chips in the park. Three hours of talking and laughing later, the topic to pursue a relationship occurred. We both admitted we never thought of anything more than friendship this soon, however we couldn't see ourselves going another way. We had connected and feelings were growing. From that day, the 2nd of December 2009 we started as boyfriend and girlfriend, deciding to get to know each other more and more each day. I could no longer deny I completely admired this handsome hills boy.

Living forty minutes away from each other was a trek for someone newly licensed, but coincidentally Mr J transferred to my high school for grade twelve the following year. We supported each other through our final year of studies before entering the big wide world of work. We grew closer, found each others ticklish spots, encouraged each others passions and were happy. 

Two years after we started dating, things started to get surprisingly tough. We separated.  Every emotion possible fell on top of me, more than I knew what to do with. I learnt who my true friends were, how supportive my family are and introduced myself to strength and dark chocolate. It wasn't long until Mr J wanted to re-kindle our relationship, yet I found it hard to trust I wouldn't lose him again. A month of occasional catch ups, trekking up Mt Lofty, phone calls, prayers, questions and answers, Mr J surprised me with a date to the first restaurant we ever attended together. I had only seen this place once, but recognised it instantly. Over dinner we shared tears, our regrets and a hope we could make this work again. Time passed and I began to realise how much Mr J cares for me, he still loved me just as much as before and would do anything for me. It was time for me to chuck those grudges in the bin, forgive and commit to re-building our relationship. I'm not going to lie, it wasn't easy, however, we can both say we have felt more love for each other than ever before.

Four months later we traveled our pre-arranged overseas holiday {the start of the travel bug!} and knew we would soon be heading towards getting engaged.

22 December 2012, Mr J proposed in a way that only Mr J could. I was reassured that I will be spending the rest of my life with my best friend, partner in crime and love of my life. This guy is my rock who leaves a smile on my face every day. The wedding planning begins and so does the rest of our lives.

See the proposal story here.