How has it already been a year?!
I recently realized that I don’t often share about the other half of Cathy Nugent Weddings. You’ve met my fur baby, Beaux. But, you may have not met the person who loves, encourages, and pushes me to chase this dream of mine. With our first wedding anniversary on June 4th, what better way to channel all of the excitement of celebrating our first year of marriage than by sharing our very own wedding tale! Bear with me, there’s a reason why we’re your favorite old married couple.
Rob and I met on what would be approximately two years before our wedding day.
We met on June 6th, 2014 at a popular dance hall in College Station, Texas called Hurricane Harry’s. The Josh Abbott Band was performing that night, and the place was packed to the point you could hardly move. My friend had just broken up with her boyfriend, and we decided to go out that night for a little girl’s night because we both loved Josh Abbott. When we arrived, we found a spot against the wall to wait for the concert to start.
I literally bumped into the love of my life.
When I say that I bumped into the love of my life at a dance hall, I laugh because I literally bumped into Rob. Well, actually, he bumped into me. But, I am the queen of those awkward moments that blossomed into our relationship. As he was walking by, Rob bumped into me and was unable to move from a traffic jam of people. He apologized, and we quickly joked about how crowded the place was before he went on his way.
I didn’t think anything of it because it looked like he was there with a group of people ahead of him in the traffic jam. My friend and I went back to chatting. To my surprise, I was interrupted a few minutes later by Rob coming back to ask me if i’d like to dance. We danced to Cody Johnson’s “Proud” while laughing and talking the whole time. After our dance, we parted ways and I returned to my friend as the concert was just beginning to start. I remember thinking how cute Rob was, and I was surprised that our conversation ended.
It had to have been God’s will.
The night went on, and the concert was coming to a close. I swear it was God’s will because, literally right as we were deciding to wrap up our night and go home, Rob came out of nowhere. This time, he looked at me while he asked my friend to dance. A lot of people laugh at this like “What?! You went out with with him when asked your friend to dance right in front of you?!”
Hear me out. My mother always tells me that I can’t hide my face very well. That probably came into play here a little bit because Rob claimed that he gauged my interest in him on my reaction. Thank the Lord I have a crappy poker face because after my friend declined his offer, Rob took me by the hand to have another dance. We danced to Josh Abbott’s “She’s like Texas” while laughing and talking just like before. After multiple attempts to convince me to let him flip me on the dance floor, Rob politely asked me if I had a boyfriend. I awkwardly blurted out “No” with a nervous giggle, and he smoothly responded by asking if he could take me out sometime.
Y’all, I am telling you the awkwardness is real with me.
It had to have been God’s work because my nervous giddiness didn’t stop him as we exchanged phone numbers. I remember being surprised as I walked to my car that night getting a text message from him already saying that it was great to meet me. We went on our first date two days later.
It all started with a dance, and the rest is history.
When we met, Rob was a ranch-hand. On our first date he took me on a lovely drive out to the ranch where I got to feed mini donkey’s cookies, pet the cows, and enjoy the lovely sunshine while we got to talk and get to know each other. After our trip to the ranch, he cooked me this huge dinner at his house. I remember being so nervous the whole day because he was so freaking handsome, and I was trying not to embarrass myself to death.
Rob and I were inseparable.
Obviously I must have done something right, because Rob and I were inseparable. We never got tired of each other, and we did everything together. He really became my best friend.
We established from the beginning that we wanted to pursue a serious, long-term relationship. Marriage was never mentioned in the beginning, but it was already understood. I knew I loved him from the very beginning, and I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. I remember screaming “I LOVE YOU!” inside my head at little things he would do when we first started dating and thinking I was absolutely crazy. After he finally broke the ice and said he loved me for the first time, I have yet been able to not say it at least 100 times a day since then.
10 months later, we were engaged.
After 10 months of dating (to the day in fact), our proposal was the perfect reflection of our witty and light-hearted love for each other. Better yet, it was a perfect reflection of Rob’s ability to drive me crazy. On April 17th, 2015 both of our families came into town because Rob received his Aggie Ring. The weather was gloomy and the sky looked as if the floodgates were about to open. On the way back to the parking garage on the north side of campus, we passed through Academic Plaza and the century tree. Our friend Conner had been there taking pictures of Rob’s ring day, and he wanted to take pictures of us at the century tree. I’d always wanted portraits done with Rob under the century tree, so I didn’t think anything of it.
As we walked under the tree, Rob turned to me and stated that he didn’t really want to date anymore. Rob prepared for his part perfectly because he was acting weird the past couple days. Mad, upset, and confused I looked at him asking what he was talking about. My heart sank as I thought the worst day of my life was about to happen. He just looked at me, paused, and reached into his pocket because “his phone was ringing”. I look away and then back to find him getting down on one knee while saying:
“I don’t think I want to just date you anymore because I’d rather marry you instead… Will you marry me?”
With tears streaming down my face and an extreme urge to slap him for making my emotions go through a roller coaster, I blubbered out “Yes!” and can still hear our families crying, laughing, and cheering in the background. As this all was a surprise to me, apparently this had been planned out for 4 months after he formally asked my father for his permission to marry me.
We had a 14-month engagement – with about half of it spent apart. While that’s another story to save for another day, we were then happily married in the town near and dear to our hearts: College Station, Texas.
Rob and I have been married for a year now, and I don’t think we could be any more excited to see what the future holds for us. It’s been a long road for us, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I may be extremely indecisive about the little things in life like what I want for dinner every night, but I have never been more sure in my life that I want to spend the rest of my days eating dinner with Rob.