One Year Engaged: Still Can't Believe He Picked Me

So today marks exactly one year since Marcus got down on one knee in our tiny apartment and proposed with a ring he’d been hiding for weeks and a cocktail napkin with a heart drawn on it.

One Year Engaged: Still Can’t Believe He Picked Me

I know, I know - a napkin? But here’s the thing: he was so nervous he grabbed the first piece of paper he could find and drew that little heart while he was stammering through his speech about wanting to spend forever with me.

I’ve kept that napkin in my jewelry box all year, right next to the ring. The ring is beautiful, don’t get me wrong, but that napkin? That napkin is pure Marcus - sweet, imperfect, and completely from the heart. It’s wrinkled now and the ink is a little faded, but every time I look at it I remember how his hands were shaking and how he kept saying ‘I had a whole speech planned but I forgot it all.’

One year later and I still can’t believe this man picked me. Sophie’s napping in her crib, we’re planning a wedding for this fall, and somehow I’m living this life that feels too good to be real. The napkin reminds me that the best moments aren’t always the planned ones - sometimes they’re just a nervous guy with a Sharpie and enough love to last a lifetime.