We met in our first year of pharmacy school and over time became friends. We were placed in groups together and working in organizations together strengthening our friendship and becoming part of a friend group. In our last year of pharmacy school we decided to take the leap into a relationship and the rest is history.
Jackson and I were about to celebrate our first anniversary together and I knew that he'd been itching to ask me to marry him and he was scared, like a little tiny bird. So, I started leaving him little hints here and there because I knew he wouldn't have the guts to ask..
There was a decoupage box that he made, where he'd taken the time to cut out twenty little pictures of himself, just pasted all over the box. So beautiful! I opened that beautiful little decoupage and out fluttered these tiny little hand cut heart confettis and once they cleared, I looked down and I saw the most beautiful, big nothing. But inside that box, underneath all that crap, a handwritten note with the address to a hotel, date and time. Real Humphrey Bogart type stuff. Masculine.
I thought he was seeing someone else... so it was a terrible time for me, but I went to that hotel anyway, I went there and I pounded on the door. But the door was already unlocked. As I swung open that door, there he was on a bed of rosebuds, in a tuxedo. He asked if I would marry him and i said Yep and that was it.
No but really Jackson asked me to marry him on Thanksgiving after all the festivities were finished and everyone had left because he is a little shy and somewhat private person and it was perfect for the two of us.