2/11/2012

Stefan and I have been dating for going on 4 years. We enjoy doing lots of "country/redneck/FUN" things together. It is not uncommon for us to sit on his deck at his parent's house in the summer evenings and fish (and yes, I bait and hook my own line),  shoot our guns (of course mine is pink) or go camping with our friends. We drink beer and eat bologna sandwiches (gasp!). Don't get me wrong, I am VERY much a girly girl and love to do girly things, but I'm not afraid to get a little dirty either (God made dirt and dirt don't hurt!).

ANYWAYS....

A few weeks ago, Stefan asked me if I wanted to go to the gun range since we hadn't been in a while, of course I agreed. The next day he picked me up and we went to the gun range. He started acting strange when we were paying but I just dismissed it as he was being awkward in public and thought nothing else of it. When we got inside, I started setting up my stuff right away. I looked up and noticed we were missing the target that goes on the cardboard piece that hangs up. Stefan played it off real cool and went and got a worker and told him what we were missing. The worker told me it must've just gotten turned around when they were setting up and to push a button to make it flip back around. As soon as I pushed the button, it flipped around and I read, "Lysa, will you marry me?". It actually took a few seconds for this to process in my head because I didn't feel like it was real life. As soon as I realized I started crying, only to to turn around to find Stefan down on one knee. He had even set up a hidden photographer (bonus points for him!) I was crying and so in shock that I even forgot to say 'yes'! So, yes, I got engaged at a gun range. Think what you want, but it couldn't have been more perfect for us:)