I’m not ready to get married just yet, and I didn’t even think I was ready to get engaged–but when the man I love with my whole heart got down on one knee, I changed my mind really fast.
Dustin proposed on New Years Eve, giving me the most perfect ending to an old year and a somewhat unreal beginning to a new one. Because I don’t ever want to forget the night–and because it could quite possibly be a scene in a romantic comedy–I want to write down every detail of the evening, both for myself and for those who are interested in knowing exactly what happened.
Because I had recently talked with Dustin about my opposition to getting married, I didn’t think he’d be proposing any time soon. No guy is that brave, right? But when Dustin started pacing around the house and expressing how anxious he was for our upcoming evening out for New Year’s, my suspicion began to grow.
We had decided to spend New Year’s Eve together–just the two of us. Dustin decided that to make it more special for me, he would make the whole night a surprise. Despite my relentless questioning, he refused to tell me what he had planned. He did, however repeatedly tell me how excited he was to “see my reaction,” leaving me to wonder what on earth he could possibly have planned that could be so great.
When I got to his house the day before New Year’s, he informed me that I had to get ready at my apartment, where he would pick me up at 7:15, sharp.
“Why are you gonna make me waste my gas and drive 30 minutes back to my apartment when I’m already at your house?” I asked.
Striking down my logic with his romanticism, he said that I had to. He would drive me to my apartment and drop me off to get ready. Then, he would come pick me back up at 7:15. No questions asked. Except I asked another.
“Why, do you have a fancy limo coming to pick me up or something?”
“Psssshh … I can’t afford a limo,” he said, masking the disappointment that he surely had when I guessed part one of his New Year’s Eve surprise.
After hours of Dustin being an anxious spaz, it was finally time to leave for my apartment. After he dropped me off, I got all dressed up for the night, still completely oblivious to what was about to happen.
At 7:15, I heard a knock at the door. We excitedly walked out the door and across the parking lot, when I saw the white nose of a car that I thought to be a neighbor’s appear out from another parked car.
“Whoa, let this guy go first,” I said, not wanting to get run over before the night even started.
As the car pulled forward, it just kept growing. My jaw dropped as a white limo stopped right in front of us. As I was still recovering from my disbelief, Tom, our adorable limo driver, opened the door and we climbed inside. As we made our way toward our destination, Dustin accidentally told me where we were about to eat dinner, a surprise he had been working to keep for at least two weeks.
Around 20 minutes later, the limo dropped us off at Marcella’s, an Italian restaurant in the Short North, my favorite part of Columbus. Dinner was fantastic, but Dustin was still being all suspicious.
“What are you doing?” I asked him when he picked up his phone as we were eating.
“Oh, I just had to check Instagram real quick,” he said, as his thumbs very clearly typed a text message.
After dinner, Tom came back to pick us up, and we were headed somewhere that didn’t look familiar at all. This would just be a quick stop, Dustin said. As the limo parked and we got out, still nothing looked even remotely familiar.
“Where are we?” I asked, looking around for a recognizable building or landmark.
“This is Mirror Lake at OSU,” Dustin said. “I just wanted you to see all the lights.”
We walked toward the lake, where crazy OSU students and fans usually jump in the water, right before Ohio State plays Michigan. Except this time, there wasn’t a person in sight. I looked around at the trees all strewn with lights as the biting, cold air hung silently around us.
“I hate to be a buzz kill, but my legs are numb,” I said, obnoxiously unappreciative of his romantic gesture.
“Just come over here real quick,” he assured me.
As I followed him, I saw someone jump into the bushes in front of us.
“Who the heck was that?” I asked.
Dustin played along, wondering aloud at who else could possibly be here on New Year’s Eve. As I turned around to look at him, what was about to happen hit me head on.
“I need to talk to you about something,” he said.
Then I can’t really remember the rest, because I think I basically blacked out. But there Dustin was, telling me how much he loved me, as he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. As he opened that little black box, awaiting my answer, he must have had a similar out-of-body experience, because things got a little comedic.
“Is this the right hand?” he asked, as he held my left hand.
After I assured him that it was, he started putting the ring on my middle–yes MIDDLE–finger.
“That’s the wrong finger,” I said, as I laughed in disbelief at his mistake.
So he proceeded to grab my right hand.
“No, no! You had the right hand! You were just trying to put it on my middle finger,” I said.
Told you it could have been a scene from a romantic comedy.
After the ring was finally on the ring finger of my left hand, the mysterious person in the bushes appeared, snapping photographs and running over to congratulate us. It was our friend, Amanda, and her husband, Josh. We have them to thank for braving the cold on New Year’s Eve to hide in the trees and take candid pictures of our special moment.
After our quick photo shoot, we headed back to Josh and Amanda’s to ring in the New Year with friends as the future Mr. and Mrs. Runyon.
Despite Dustin’s lack of skill in playing it cool and hiding a secret, the proposal was perfect. It was perfect because it was so Emmy and Dustin, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
If you made it to the end of this post, here are some of my favorite pictures from the night!
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