The Proposal (as told by Lyndsey)
On Friday, February 4th, I had planned to take the afternoon off from work and head to the mountains to celebrate my Dad’s birthday. Sam had told me a few weeks in advance that he wouldn’t be able to join me because of some consulting work he was going out of town to do for the company he previously worked for. Before I left work at noon, Sam text me to ask if I wanted to grab lunch on my way out of town. So I left my office and met him at the offices of his previous employer in Chapel Hill. Sam was supposed to have left for his work trip early that afternoon but for some reason, he departure had gotten postponed until later that afternoon. Because of the delay, he told me the company had offered to pay for our lunch, “if we wanted to go somewhere nice.” So Sam offered up Top of the Hill on Franklin Street where he had never eaten but was one of my favorite restaurants from my college days at UNC. It was a cold rainy afternoon so of course there was no parking available close to the restaurant. I was getting frustrated at the weather and knowing my trip home was getting further delayed (my goal was to be home before dark when the mountain roads start freezing)
“We don’t have to go to Top of the Hill,” I lamented to Sam after finding every lot and street full of taken parking spaces. “We can go somewhere else.”
“No, no,” said Sam. “We’re already up here so let’s just find a place to park and go.”
We found a spot shortly thereafter and trekked up to Top of the Hill only to find a full restaurant without a reservation….so I thought.
There was a nice table for two set up near the big windows that over look the street that was really out of the way of the rest of the dining room. My first thought was since they were busy and we didn’t have a reservation, this was the best place they could put us….wrong again.
We proceeded to talk and order our food and when our food came, Sam kindly blessed it, but prayed much longer than he normally does before we eat. This perplexed me, but still clueless, I was like, “whatever.” It’s good he likes to pray, right?
After finishing his prayer, Sam looked at me and said, “Before we eat, I have something I think you’re going to want more than your burger.”
The next thing I knew, he had come around the table and had gotten down on one knee and asked me to marry him (Whooooo hooooo!!!). Since I was totally oblivious to everything that had been going on all afternoon, the only way I could respond was with a huge gasp. For once in recent history, I couldn’t find anything to say. Of course I eventually got out a “yes” (or you wouldn’t be reading this now, would you?) and when he got up the whole restaurant cheered for us and I discovered our great friend, David Burton, had caught everything on video.
Subsequently I found out Sam never had a work trip scheduled and had been planning to go home with me all along (I had been subjected to lies for weeks!!!) On top of it all, I discovered he had planned for his parents to come to the mountains from Greensboro the following day to join my family for a celebration lunch.
Needless to say, I didn’t make it home before dark and we ended up having more to celebrate than just my Dad’s birthday…who wants to celebrate turning 55 anyway? Everything was perfect and we’re looking forward to celebrating our engagement until October 1, 2011 when we tie the knot in the N.C. mountains. We can’t wait!!!