I had plans to do a "one year ago" post for the anniversary of our engagement, but then I realized I completely miscalculated what day this actually was :P
So, one year & 2 days ago I said YES to this man.
Well, first I said no. Three times.
Let me explain. I'm going to want to include alllll the crazy little details, but I'll try & keep it short.
Sean and I had been together since October, but due to our long-distance relationship, he had yet to meet my parents. He came for a brief visit in late January, when it was sub-zero temperatures, when my mom was nine months pregnant, & when Sean had whooping cough.
We knew we wanted to get married, & had even some ideas for a wedding date, so it shouldn't have taken me such off guard when Sean popped the question (I had expected it in May...he threatened to propose on a roller coaster at Six Flags). We were out taking some photos with a photographer friend of mine, see:
Sean was hacking between photos and it was cold and I wanted to go home and I kept begging to get out of the cold because "we have enough pictures"...
...apparently not. Because right as soon as I said that Sean got down on one knee.
He said, "Rebekah Ashley LeTourneau, would you be my wife?"
...and in typical classy Beka fashion, I told him no. Thrice.
In my defense, it was more of a "NO WAY" kinda "no", not a "I'm not accepting this" kinda "no". But it's still a fun thing to say...
I did end up telling him yes right after, though. Oh, glorious yes. Over and over and over again.
Sean told me he loved me for the very first time, & I knew those three words were followed my a commitment to love me forever.
See that smile, guys?
I married such a happy man.
He fought so hard for me, and guess what - he still fights for me every single day.