Well wow. What a day… I new this day was coming (probably for the last 3 years or so… but when it finally came it seemed surreal.
Today I said YES. It was the most important yes of my life, aside from when I say yes again in the synonymous words, “I do.” I said yes to marrying the boy by the fire that captivated my heart and stirred my soul one summer night 5 years back. I said yes to a lifetime of adventures, challenges, decisions, unknowns, failures, celebrations, traditions, memories, fights, laughter, tears, singing, fellowship, praying, eating, sleeping, learning and loving with Jermey James Roloff. On March 25th 2014, I said yes to the beginning of a joyous journey. The #journeyofjerandauj.
I didn’t think Jer was going to pop the question this weekend. I’d hoped for the last 20 weekends that he would… but on this particular weekend that he came home to visit me, I just didn’t think that he could pull it off. It didn’t sound like he was going to at all. But boy was I deceived…
The day of the proposal I was driving back up to Portland from Corvallis after Saturday morning track practice. Jer flew in from SB the night before. As the story goes, apparently he had planed the whole thing and bought my ring in LA two days before. He had also called my dad (who was in Sun Valley at the time for my brother’s ski race) the night before the proposal to FaceTime him and request my hand in marriage. My mom was of course sitting right next to my dad when Jeremy asked him to step out of the room for a moment…. Nothing gets past the moms… they know all.
Once I got home from Corvallis Jeremy came and picked me up at my parents house to go on a date. I thought nothing special of this date because Jer and I always prioritize a date night when we see each other for the first time in a month or so. He picked me up and we headed back to the farm to “decide what to do”…
On our way to the farm Jer suggested that we execute an idea that we had previously discussed doing some time back. We wanted to make a list of ways to love each other once we are married. It would act as a code, or contract, of sorts that we could frame and hang up in our future home to remind us of the way we want to live and love. Some of the things that made up this list we had discussed before, it was more a matter of compiling them. So Jer suggested that we type out our list on the typewriter. The typewriter is symbolic to us because Jeremy and I wrote letters all throughout our long distance relationship, and Jer would often write me letters on his typewriter. So we went back to the farm gathered some supplies and headed to our beloved tressle (where we go pretty much every time we are home together). The Tressle is only a few minutes from Jer’s house so we grabbed the typewriter, blankets, coffee and snacks and headed to “our spot.” Once we got there we frolicked through the wheat fields to a spot nestled alongside the tressle where we could make our list. We sat and talked about what we wanted our list to contain, and then took turns typing it out on the typewriter.
After we had listed a few things Jer said “oh yeah what’s that one other thing we’ve been talking a lot about lately. You know we where just talking about it…? I knew I wanted to add it to the list but I can’t remember…. Oh yeah I remember!! But you can’t see!”
Then he grabbed the typewriter and got in front of me and started typing out whatever it was that he remembered. I was in lala land with zero awareness for what was about to unfold. I even took a picture/video of Jeremy typing just because I thought it was a good photo opp, and you could see my red lipstick smooch on his cute cheek. Muah.
As I was finishing taking the picture Jeremy was turning the typewriter around to unveil what he had discreetly added to our list. He slowly turned the typewriter and as I began reading it my heart sunk and sky rocketed at the same time. I read these words, “speaking of marriage, Audrey Mirabella Botti will you marry me?”
I looked up and I’m pretty sure I yelled, “SHUT UP! STOP!!!” at him in pure celebratory shock, as I sat their soaking in each second while he reached into his bag for the ring… and on one knee, he asked me the question out load.
To which my response was a resounding yes for the next 48 hours…. I just wanted to keep saying it. YES! Yes, I will marry you Jeremy James Roloff.
After a few moments of shock I gasped in awe at my sparkling finger (while also cringing at my chipped and half painted nail). Jer and I never went ring shopping. I always trusted that he would pick what I would like, because I knew I would like it because he picked it. And I was not disappointed… Jeremy had my ring custom made for me, and he had our saying engraved on the inside of the band. “Braid it.” Now we get to “braid it” for life babe.
Once it had sunk in that this moment was actually happening… I started asking all the questions. “Who knew? When did you get the ring? How did you ask my dad? Do my friends know? Where did you get the ring? How long has this all been planned?” He started to answer some of them with a smirk on his face, and then he pointed to the shed up above us. In the distance I saw Tye (Jeremy’s best friend and roommate in Santa Barbara) starting to walk towards us with his video camera. Heaven for bid Jeremy not have this moment filmed. So he had his best friend, who goes to the same film and photography school as Jer, fly home with him just to capture the moment. Jer’s childhood best friend, Bryan Roth, was also hiding in the bushes the whole time too. I hugged and punched Jer at the same time for how brilliantly romantic the whole thing was. Then I typed out “YES” on the typewriter.
This tressle is our spot. It’s the spot where Jeremy and I started dating 10 days before he moved to Santa Barbara, it’s the spot where we tied our shoes together and threw them on the wire to hang forever, it’s the spot where we always went to talk when Jeremy came home to visit, it’s the spot where we waited for the train to come so many nights, and now it’s the spot where I made the most important decision of my life, second to deciding to following Jesus.
Tye took some pictures of us on our tressle and we held each other close in amazement at what had just taken place. Then we went back to his house where Jeremy’s family was anxiously awaiting our return. There we FaceTimed my parents since they where out of town. They were pumped.
That night we already had plans to hang out with our friends Kelcey and Mitch (who introduced Jeremy and I five years ago) because they were home visiting from North Carolina. Kelcey is one of my best friends since preschool. And Mitch grew up playing soccer with Jeremy, and went Faith Bible with Jeremy until he transferred to my high school, which is where he meet and started dating my best friend Kelcey. Mitch was the one that set Jeremy and I up on what would be classified as a blind date. Mitch wanted to introduce us because he thought I was the boy version of Jer, and Jer the girl version of me. Jeremy, Mitch, Kelcey, and I all went to the same church, so Mitch organized for the four of us to go to dinner before church. Mitch and Kecley ended up getting married after college, and Jeremy and I walked each other down the isle in their wedding (I was a bridesmaid and Jer was a groomsmen). Now they will walk each other down the isle at our wedding, one year later.
We hadn’t seen Mitch and Kelcey since their wedding last summer, so all my friends were over at Kelcey’s parents house hanging out. I walked in with my left hand in the air and an unceasing smile. They were all eager to hear to story and I was eager to share. Then Mitch toasted to our news and we all raised our glasses in joyful celebration.
I will end my story by sharing something that I read just a few days prior to the day of the proposal. It’s from a book called Loveology, which was written by John Mark Comer (the pastor of our church in Portland).
“But do get married when you see who God is making somebody to be, and it lights you up. When you want to be part of that story of transformation. That journey to the future. When you are well aware it will be a long and bumpy ride, but you don’t want to miss one mile. Because you believe in God’s calling on them, and you want in.” – John Mark Comer
You light me up Jeremy. I want to be part of all the exciting changes in your life. I want to be holding your hand as we embark on future adventures together. I know it will be work, but I’m willing to run the extra mile every day for you babe. I believe in God’s calling on your life and I can’t stand the thought of missing out on it.
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