This was such a special weekend. Not only did we tell my family about Baby Girl, but we also got to welcome a soon-to-be member to our crazy family. My little brother proposed to his girlfriend of five years in downtown Tulsa on Saturday night. (Pro tip: if you're pregnant and you're about to watch your baby brother get down on a knee, wear waterproof mascara.)
My sister and I helped set up the platform with tea lights, candles, and rose petals while they were at dinner. All Pete's idea. Shelby's cousin helped us, which was really nice because it was surprisingly hard for this preggo to bend over. See the path we made for them? Good, cause Pete sure didn't (not that we can blame him). Thankfully, Shelby's dress didn't catch on fire.
My sister and I moments before we gained a new sister! Shelby fits right in since none of us look anything alike. (Mom, you got some splainin' to do!)
After their dinner, they took a stroll downtown. Shelby didn't know the platform was for her until Pete lead her toward it. Sam and I were hiding on the street, and our families were in her uncles' nearby apartment watching from the window.
He wrote down everything he wanted to say. (Do you know how hard it is to try to snap a picture when your eyewinkers are flooding with tears?)
Not the best quality image, but you get the idea. Ring. Knee. Popping a question.
Not exactly sure what that card said, but it must've been some good stuff if she agreed to join the crazy Carper clan.
We are all so thrilled for Bub and Shelby. She's studying to be a wedding planner, so their wedding will probably be the most beautiful thing ever next summer. (Grahm and I are hoping Baby Girl will be an Einstein wonder child and can walk at four months so she can be the flower girl. Ha!)