oh yeah, we got engaged

i kind of forgot to post about this. in all of the excitement of the proposal itself and then the ensuing holiday season, i guess blogging slipped my mind. but here we are, more than a month after the engagement. better late than never.
let me start by stating: this proposal was completely unexpected and came as a total surprise. this was not something mr. z and i talked much about. i mean, we both knew the other wasn't going anywhere. but marriage was not on the list of things we regularly discuss. (things that do exist on the list: can we get another puppy? what do you want for dinner? when do we get to move to the beach?) we have literally never had a discussion about proposals or weddings or rings or anything of the sort. so when i found myself on the receiving end of the "will you marry me" proposition, i was more than a little taken aback. but in the happiest way possible.
mr. z and i had gone to florida to visit family for thanksgiving. while planning the trip, we decided that we would take one night while in florida and stay in a little town called seaside. we booked a room at this gorgeous resort and made a reservation for dinner at one of the hotel's restaurants. when we arrived in seaside, we immediately fell in love with the town. we spent most of the afternoon on the beach and took our time getting ready for dinner. we still had some time to blow before our reservation so we headed down to the bar for a cocktail. (this should surprise no one. you've met us, right?) we took our drinks outside and mr. z suggested we walk down to the beach. it was a bit dark (clouds had moved in later in the day so there was not much in the way of moonlight) but still beautiful so we strolled down to the water. we took a seat to watch the waves and chat. we probably spent a good 15/20 minutes doing much of the same. until my phone rang. it was my dentist. reminding me of an appointment that i had upon our return to utah. for some [rookies] this could have destroyed the mood. but mr. z used this to his advantage. when my phone lit up to alert me that said dentist had left a voicemail, mr. z coyly asked "can you shine that over here? i think i ripped my jacket." [i told you, it was dark] as i brought my phone toward him, i caught a glimpse of mr. z pulling something small and square out of the breast pocket of his jacket. he stood up, said some insanely sweet things that i can't really remember at all, (adrenaline is a needy bitch) i immediately transformed into a total sap and started crying.  he then got down on a knee and asked if i would be his wife. my response went something like this: "yesimeanwhat?youwanttomarryme?yesiwanttomarryyoubutohmygodwhat?howwhenwhat?didyoucallmydad?" errr...something like that. the rest of the night is a champagne induced blur of dinner/phone calls/texts/watching infomercials for forever lazy at 3:00 am because neither of us could sleep. i do remember one thing acutely; i had never been happier.

mr. z you have been a gift. i love you.