Labor day weekend, 2011, Scofield completely blindsided me. Well, sord of...
I knew he would be proposing soon, but I didn't know THAT soon. Plus, my parents were out of town for the weekend. He would never propose if they weren't there to share our joy in person.
Friday night we ran in the midnight flight--a 5K road race. We were late...typical...so we had to basically sprint the first half mile to catch up with the back of the pack. By the end of the 5K race, I was exhausted. We slept in a bit the next morning, and then Scofield picked me up for a late breakfast at the bagel shop. We sat in the same exact spot he was sitting when he claims he really noticed me for the first time. We had known each other all through middle school and high school, yet it wasn't until the summer after our junior year that he really stopped and took notice. Hmm. One step ahead of me at that point.
It was sweet. We reminisced and talked about the beginning of our relationship. He made me hold off on my coffee order at breakfast, because our next stop was Ecity Java--my favorite coffee shop. It's eclectic furniture, art covered walls, old books, and soft music completely wins my heart over. We spent the afternoon sipping coffee, reading books, and talking. I remember him going pretty deep with questions, like, how do you know I'm the one you want to marry. But I didn't think much of it. Afterall, it was Scofield--he loves to go deep and get to the heart of any and every thought.
By now, it was time for me to head home and get ready for dinner. He told me we would be going to dinner and then meet his family for dessert. He said it was to celebrate his return from Spain. Made sense.
If it wasn't for the help of my sister, I don't know what I would have done in the next hour. I'm a frantic packer. It stresses me out, so I tend to avoid it. Instead of thinking through my outfits for the weekend, I simply throw a couple shirts here and a couple skirts there into my bag. NOTHING matched. I didn't know what to do. I started to panic. My sister, knowing what was about to happen, stepped up. We rummaged through her closet, my younger sister's closet, and my closet. We came across a yellow dress I had never seen before. It was like gold. It was waiting for me.
After the stress of the hour was over, I was ready and Scofield was waiting at my door. I thought he was acting kind of funny...distracted...but I brushed it off. He said we were early for our dinner reservations (which didn't make sense because he was thirty minutes late picking me up!) so he took me for a stroll through his lovely backyard and garden. During our stroll we passed his dad, who was grungy from a day's work in the yard. Once again, any thoughts of a proposal were shoved out--if he was proposing his family would be dressed nice, hiding, and waiting anxiously for the big moment. But no, they were going about their usual business.
Scofield asked his dad if he cleaned out the treehouse. He later told me he had no idea why he would ask that question in front of me. Nerves. His dad replied, "what treehouse..I didn't clean any treehouses." I was confused. We kept walking...all the way through the yard and up the stairs into our beloved safe haven, our treehouse. I was welcomed by flowers neatly sitting on a table and exlaimed "Look--what are those for?" Scofield's response? "That's weird..I wonder who put those there." ha. Finally, after a series of questions, Scofield gets down on on knee with a final "question." I was dumbfounded. I couldn't believe it was happening. I SWORE he was kidding. So I told him to stop joking because it wasn't funny. But he wasn't joking...
Of course I said YES! And with vision blurred by tears and a heart racing, Scofield proceeds to put the ring on the wrong hand. Whoops. It didn't feel real. I couldn't believe we were finally engaged. Wanting to stay in the moment forever and never leave, we decided to have him get down on one knee and propose again. Yes yes yes...I couldn't say it enough.
I knew he would be proposing soon, but I didn't know THAT soon. Plus, my parents were out of town for the weekend. He would never propose if they weren't there to share our joy in person.
Friday night we ran in the midnight flight--a 5K road race. We were late...typical...so we had to basically sprint the first half mile to catch up with the back of the pack. By the end of the 5K race, I was exhausted. We slept in a bit the next morning, and then Scofield picked me up for a late breakfast at the bagel shop. We sat in the same exact spot he was sitting when he claims he really noticed me for the first time. We had known each other all through middle school and high school, yet it wasn't until the summer after our junior year that he really stopped and took notice. Hmm. One step ahead of me at that point.
By now, it was time for me to head home and get ready for dinner. He told me we would be going to dinner and then meet his family for dessert. He said it was to celebrate his return from Spain. Made sense.
If it wasn't for the help of my sister, I don't know what I would have done in the next hour. I'm a frantic packer. It stresses me out, so I tend to avoid it. Instead of thinking through my outfits for the weekend, I simply throw a couple shirts here and a couple skirts there into my bag. NOTHING matched. I didn't know what to do. I started to panic. My sister, knowing what was about to happen, stepped up. We rummaged through her closet, my younger sister's closet, and my closet. We came across a yellow dress I had never seen before. It was like gold. It was waiting for me.
After the stress of the hour was over, I was ready and Scofield was waiting at my door. I thought he was acting kind of funny...distracted...but I brushed it off. He said we were early for our dinner reservations (which didn't make sense because he was thirty minutes late picking me up!) so he took me for a stroll through his lovely backyard and garden. During our stroll we passed his dad, who was grungy from a day's work in the yard. Once again, any thoughts of a proposal were shoved out--if he was proposing his family would be dressed nice, hiding, and waiting anxiously for the big moment. But no, they were going about their usual business.
Scofield asked his dad if he cleaned out the treehouse. He later told me he had no idea why he would ask that question in front of me. Nerves. His dad replied, "what treehouse..I didn't clean any treehouses." I was confused. We kept walking...all the way through the yard and up the stairs into our beloved safe haven, our treehouse. I was welcomed by flowers neatly sitting on a table and exlaimed "Look--what are those for?" Scofield's response? "That's weird..I wonder who put those there." ha. Finally, after a series of questions, Scofield gets down on on knee with a final "question." I was dumbfounded. I couldn't believe it was happening. I SWORE he was kidding. So I told him to stop joking because it wasn't funny. But he wasn't joking...
Hope our story brings joy to your Tuesday.
Happy Labor day weekend!
xoxo,
Lauren
just read both sides of the story. safe to say both stories point to love! Miss you both hope all is well
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