How was everyone’s Labor Day weekend? I’m sure it was the usual – maybe some travel, maybe some family time, maybe some staying home and relaxing.
How was my Labor Day weekend? Good, good. Family time, my honey was in town, we got engaged. You know… the usual.
You guys, I am engaged. I have a fiance. My man, hereafter known as Jersey, rocked my world and asked me to marry him late on Sunday night!! And there’s a gorgeous, sparkly ring on my finger. Holy shit.
What I didn’t know before this happened was that he’d been plotting with some of my girlfriends already, had already done his homework when he went to ring shop, shopped for WEEKS for the perfect ring, bought the ring, and knew this family weekend/visit would be the perfect time to ask the question of me. I was completely in the dark!!
Well done, you sneaky peeps. Well done.
DR arrived on Thursday morning and we spent a fabulous few days together before my parents and rest of the family arrived on Saturday. It’s ridiculous how in love we are. Seriously. We’re kind of *that* couple.
Gag-blech-gross. Anyway, on Sunday at dinner, unbeknownst to me, he asked my Dad for permission. Scratch that. He asked my whole family, including my 9-year-old nephew! I had no idea when I returned to my seat at the table that they’d all just given him their blessing (or that my Mom was fighting happy tears!)! Dinner wrapped up without incident, other than DR stealthily paying the entire bill. So sweet of him.
We continued the night with pool and arcade games, said goodbye to the family and took a drive to look at the stars (mission failure due to road closure). Then after a late-night bite and DR’s first Waffle House experience, he and I returned home. And it was there, just us, in the bedroom, that he asked me to spend the rest of our lives together.
He said my name. I looked over my shoulder. Saw him standing in front of the bed. I stood up slowly and walked over to him.
The moment was so surreal, almost as if there was a buzzing in my head. I could still hear what he was saying, but there were so many thoughts tripping over themselves in my mind it made everything jumbled.
He dropped to one knee and opened the ring box. I glanced down, was instantly blinded. The buzzing got louder. I looked back up at him, stunned.
His words of promise and hope and love flowed over me and I realized that I’d melted down onto both knees in front of him. I remember having the doofiest grin on my face, waiting for him to say the words, and just wanting so much to say yes as fast as I could. There was no hesitation.
He is the one that I want. I’ve always known it, no matter how hard I fought against it. He is my person. And I am his.
I said yes, again and again, and perhaps with an expletive thrown in for good measure (because I’m so classy like that). I grabbed his face and kissed him hard. Hugged him tight. Kissed him again.
Then he adorably reminded me that, hello? There was a ring in his hand!! Oops. I took a really good look at it and blurted out, “OH MY GOD!!!”. I couldn’t help it. It’s 100% exactly my style and far exceeded any dream I’d had in mind. He truly outdid himself!!! We both laughed and grinned and cried as he slid the gorgeous ring onto my never-naked-again finger.
It was perfect. And so perfectly us. Afterward, he said he’d thought out countless scenarios of how to ask me that night, but nothing felt more right than that moment. And I’m so very grateful and glad he did it this way. Not just because he knows I don’t like being a spectacle, but because after all we’ve been through, at the end of the day it comes down to just us. Our love. Our lives. And promising to love, laugh, have each other’s backs, and never give up. No matter what.
Needless to say, I am still up in the clouds. It’s been an insane few days, between sharing the news with the family the next morning, calling his family and friends in New Jersey, announcing it on Facebook and sadly kissing him goodbye before putting him on a plane back to Jersey the next day. Even though I miss my fiance (whoa) terribly already, the smile hasn’t left my face and I can’t quit looking at my sparkly finger. It’s downright distracting, I tell you.
Wow, I am such a lucky girl. So blessed. All of the feelings. Shaddup. Here are some pictures to distract you from the puddle of goo I’ve become.
Nothing to see here.
Back up into the clouds I go.