Engaged!

As of Saturday evening, I became the future Mrs. Madsen. I must say, it feels wonderful!

Saturday morning I woke up sick. We'll just say I had the flu, the Moscato flu. Oh, about 7:30 AM I attempted to get up and around but shortly after my head was pounding and my stomach turning. It wasn't long until I decided to take a pill for nausea, drink a little water, eat a bite, and lay back down. I passed out until 5 PM!!! And I only got up then because I HAD to. I had to get up and around for one of my best friend's baby showers. After the baby shower I met my parents, grandparents, and Zeb for dinner at Red Onion. I was finally feeling a little better; I had an appetite at least. After dinner I was feeling a lot better, my stomach had finally settled and I had a little energy. Since I was feeling better we decided to meet our friend's at Wasabi then head to Magoo's to meet up with some other friends.

Once we pulled into the parking lot at Wasabi he pulled out a leather bound notebook and handed it to me. On the front page it said "I made this list a long time ago. Last summer I knew one day I would marry you. I began compiling a list of all the things I loved about you. I may have missed some obvious ones, but I think I got most of them. I guess you're just really loveable!!! There's room at the back of this notebook for more entries and maybe one day, wedding vows. The deal is, you have to make it all the way through this notebook without crying or the accompanying gift will disappear. I love you. Zeb." Then page by page he listed off a different reason why he loved me. I'll spare you the details because most of them are things that people other than us wouldn't understand. On the last page he wrote "See, that wasn't too corny or sappy, right? You know what's gonna happen next…. I'm always going to love you. Forever, for always, no matter what." When I looked up he was holding the box in his hand and before he could even ask I found myself saying yes, over and over again.

Come to find out Zeb had met with my parents and grandparents before dinner to ask their permission. That explains all the weird looks my mom and grandma kept shooting Zeb and each other toward the end of dinner. When I talked to them the next day they said they were just waiting and waiting for him to do it there in front of them.