Colorado |part 1: the engagement|

Packing my MacBook I had every intention of blogging while I was in Colorado. Jake and I flew out the first Wednesday of the month; he was to return on Sunday to get back for work, my ticket was a one-way so my return home to Washington was TBD.

Here’s what I knew going into this trip: it would be a great long weekend spent with family. There would be good food, lots of happy hours, and the following weekend I would spend in Aspen with my best friends from high school.

What I didn’t know going into the trip is that my family would be lying to me the first few days we were there, and that Jake was in on the fibs. It wasn’t until the fourth day, August 8th, that I realized this. Let me explain:

Jake and I woke up that Saturday morning to go on a short hike recommended to us by my mom. It would just be me and Jake since the rest of the family had various other obligations—or so I thought— but we planned to all meet up for brunch later that morning.

We drove up Lookout Mountain and parked. From there it was only about 1.5 miles to the end of the trail so I was eager to quickly get to the top. We arrived at what looked like could be the end of the trail, but I wasn’t so sure. While Jake tried to convince me to walk over and checkout the view, I was determined to keep going until I knew for sure we had reached the trail’s end. Jake was insistent about stopping for this view so reluctantly, I agreed.

I noticed a path of picked wildflowers laying in the trail we were walking down towards the lookout—I was curious but didn’t think much of it until the random flowers turned into rose petals. My heart started racing but still, I didn’t over think it. I thought maybe we were impeding on someone else’s surprise because how would this be for me? I had been with Jake all morning, it was a day like any other, we we’re just out for a hike.

Then Jake pointed out two beautiful bouquets of flowers on a platter with champagne sitting just around the corner of a larger boulder. Again, I started thinking, we better get out of here before we spoil someone’s surprise. He tried to get me over there to check it out but, stubborn and oblivious, I refused. So Jake gave up. He pulled a little black box from his shorts, got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. [AHHHH!!]

As soon as I said yes, a choir of “surpise!” rang out from behind me. The first two people I see are my sisters from Minnesota, then my mom, other sister, aunts, uncles and cousins. I was completely overwhelmed with happiness and love. I realized that the things I thought my family were up to that morning were nothing but false alibis. Good job family and Jake—I truly had no idea that what I thought was an ordinary Saturday would turn out to be one of the best, most memorable days of my life. I am so grateful.

photo 2-1.PNGphoto 1-1.PNGphoto 5.PNG mom and sisters future Mr. and Mrs.

For the remaining couple weeks my MacBook stayed in my suitcase. Untouched, unopened, unblogged on. After feeling a little guilty about missing my routine Thursday posts, I learned that it’s okay to take a break and unplug. It’s not very often I get to be in Colorado, get engaged and spend quality time with long distance family and friends; so in hindsight I am thankful I didn’t spend that time in front of a computer.

But now that I am home, unpacked and settled back in, I am ready to be back from my blog hiatus. What I didn’t think I would be ready for is wedding planning–but it’s kind of happening [scary yet so, so exciting!].

Stay tuned for tomorrow’s post, part 2, about our girls weekend in Aspen!

xox

courtney

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