Three months have passed since the magical night on January 15 that I’d been dreaming of for months. Brandon and I were pretty serious a few months in to dating and had been discussing marriage ever since May 2013. I sold my house, changed jobs and changed schools for my son in fall of 2013 to move closer to Brandon. It was about that time that I was anticipating a proposal. I had made so many changes in my life and thought the timing was right to be engaged. Thanksgiving came and went. Our year anniversary came and went. So did Christmas and New Year’s Eve. My emotions were running wild, wondering just what was going through Brandon’s head.
By early January, things were feeling different. Brandon was pretty quiet for a few days during a major snow storm and then was sharing more emotions than usual few days later. “I can’t wait to spend time with you on Wednesday night.” “A big hug is waiting for you tonight.” These were not every day Brandon comments, as he can be a man of few words. My radar was up. I was having a pretty crazy work day on Wednesday, January 15, 2014 and was counting down the hours to see Brandon. I was running late from a meeting and received a text at 5:28 p.m. from Brandon with a picture of the sunset. A breathtaking sunset and he told me to go see it. I got to see a bit of it on my drive home as the sun was setting, wishing I was already home with Brandon.