|Before (not engaged)/After (totally engaged)|
I didn't see this coming. I was pretty self-absorbed leading up to this race, worrying about if my body could cover this distance. I didn't notice Brent packed three pairs of shorts and got more worked up than normal that we were missing safety pins. I also didn't notice that he was restless the whole night before the marathon, or spent the first 24 miles of our jog tapping his pocket to see if some very precious cargo was secured to the inside of his running pocket with a safety pin.
By the end of this race, I was a mess. We had to walk because I was wiped out. I still wanted to quit at mile 23, but that wouldn't make a very good proposal story. We were rounding our very last lap, very slowly, when we made it to the marker for mile 0.0. The beginning. He stopped, took my hand and bent down. I was very confused - I could see the finish line, why were we stopping.
I heard the words: "Kelly Mahoney, will you marry me?" I was overjoyed. I couldn't process it. It was happening! I didn't even see the ring as I put it on my frozen and swollen fingers. I saw our future. One that's happy and active and loving and supported.
He sees me in a way no one else does, and shows me how good life could be. My career, running and essence is better because of him. I used to think it was corny and a punchline to call your partner your better half, until it happened to me.
|Visiting Memphis, Chicago Auto Show, office holiday party|
Thank you for showing me what love is and can be. Thank you for seeing in me what was always there but I never recognized. Thank you for choosing me.
Here's the start of the rest of our lives.
|Photo by Appelman Images|