Racecars. The end.

The weekend prior we were at a racetrack when Kevin asked me to go in our motorhome and get him a pair of shorts out of his duffel bag. Mind you, I’d already been in his bag twice earlier that day when he asked me to get him a clean shirt, because August, it was hot! Unbeknownst to me there was a ring box in the bottom of the bag that he had clearly forgotten about or he would’ve never asked me to get him something from it. Now, when I got him a clean shirt earlier in the day I never knew said ring box was in the bag. However, his shorts happened to be in the very bottom of the bag, so I had to thoroughly look for them. About the time he walked into the motorhome and up behind me I found a pair of shorts, when I pulled them out of the bag, beneath them sat a small white ring box! He noticed it too! I threw the shorts at him and nearly ran out of the motorhome and continued to load things up for the day as if nothing ever happened and I never laid eyes on that ring box! Our trip home was several hours, we never discussed that moment! The entire week went by and again, never spoke of that moment! I had driven myself nearly crazy at this point, convincing myself I didn’t really see a ring box but rather I only hoped I had. August 15th comes, we were talking about racing, of course, he remarks about something he wants for his race truck to which I respond, “well, I want to get married, sometimes we don’t always get what we want”. He stops, stares directly at me and says, “girl, I know you saw that ring in my bag, I forgot it was in there and then thought, I’ve had her get in my bag for me a couple times today she probably already knew it was in there”. I tried to play it off like I had no idea what he was talking about all the while he was calling me out on my little white lie. He then said, “once I knew you knew all I’ve done is think about how am I going to ask her now? So I just decided to wait”. I told him he was full of it so he stood up and told me to follow him. We went outside into our motorhome. He opened a cubby above the driver side seat and pulled out the little white box I knew I caught a glimpse of the weekend before. I immediately covered my face, pressing my fingers into my eyes to try to keep from bawling. He said, “alright girl, take your hands down so I can do this”. I pulled my hands away from my face and he looked me directly into my eyes and said, “well, do you want to marry me or not”? I cried, I laughed and I said YES! Then I owned up to having seen the ring in the bag the weekend before. We now have a running joke that I won’t let him sell the motorhome because he proposed in it and it’s “sentimental” to me now. It was a totally unplanned and unorganized proposal but I couldn’t imagine it being any other way or more perfect!