The Tale of How a Miss became a Future Mrs.
Something exciting happened this past weekend, my boyfriend of 4 years popped the question! I got the ring to prove it and everything. ;)
For me, the day started out nice and early because my 1 year old puppy was crying to get out of her kennel and play with my Mom's 3 month old puppy. Some backstory; T and I just got a new house (read about it here! ) so we were/still are looking for furniture that I could re-decorate to match the look that we wanted in our home. My Mom told me about how this thrift store is supposed to be really good and I could find some stuff for cheap, but it was on Saturday. T had planned this whole spa day for me as a birthday present for Saturday morning, so I was going to see if I could switch my appointment so maybe we could find some inexpensive furniture and get to unpacking and setting up our house. I called T to see if that would bother him, and he had a hiccup when he responded. I now know I should've just gone with the plan. Hindsight is 20/20 right? Anyway, I got my appointment changed and that Saturday T, my Mom and I went to a few thrift stores and my absolute favorite, Apt. 7. We got some good pieces and didn't end up spending too much. As soon as we got back to my Moms house something was off. T was nervous and jittery even asking me over and over again what I wanted for my birthday. I wrote it off as nerves of being around my loud, chaotic family for the evening. What a stupid question, I thought because he already gave me this amazing relaxation spa package. "Are you sure there isn't anything else you want?" He continually asked me. I finally said, "A DVD of The Longest Ride would be awesome." (I watched that movie on the airplane back from PL, it was amazing - definitely a must see) And T just laughed at that. It's safe to say that I was confused.
I go to get ready, I dress a little nicer because it's my birthday (and I loved my dress). My Mom offers to do my make-up, which isn't a huge surprise because I- unlike my sisters- do not like wearing makeup but they always are trying to get me too. I let her make me up figuring I wanted to look special. When I go to check on T, he still has a nervous energy around him but he is smiling, offering support and giving me kisses.
My grandparents arrive and we kick off the party. Everyone sings to me, I blush like a lobster. It slowly becomes time to open presents. My Mom and Step-Dad come in carrying a huge, heavy looking box which I come to find out is an entertainment-storage-cubby shelf that I have had an eye on for the house and a huge mirror that matches. I open the hilarious cards and thank everyone for their kind and generous gifts. Then all of a sudden my sister, G, is in my face telling me that she needs to talk to me in the other room, that she needs my help. Before I know what's going on I'm being dragged out of the room pretty much. She starts talking randomly about minimal things and I find myself asking her over and over again, "Why did you need me in a different room for this? We could've talked about it later." I try to leave as my younger sister, K, comes up to G and whispers in her ear. "Okay, we can go now." That gets me. "What is going on?!" I try to get answers but they just lead me back to the party.
As I walk in, I can tell the energy in the room is different. T is sitting in his chair and turns to smile at me when I walk in. That's when I notice a extra present on my chair. I almost ignore it, but I ask everyone if I am supposed to open it. As I look down I see it's from T. I felt bad then because he already got me something. In my peripheral I see G taking pictures and my Mom saying, "Put your phone down, don't give it away." Or something like that. I didn't pay much attention. I open my gift to find a photo album. The album was filled with pictures of him, in front of places that were/ are important to us throughout the course of our ongoing relationship. There was pictures of him in front of my first apartment, the hospital where we said our first 'I love yous', our new home, the humane society where we got our fur-baby, and many more. In each picture was part of a speech that he had saying all of these amazing, sweet things. (side note- I am very glad that the speech is written down so that I can always look back on it.) The last picture, he was holding up a sign asking me to marry him. When I looked up, T was on his knee with a ring in front of me. The rest passed by in blur. He told me that I asked him, "Really?" and "You're serious?" three or four times after I said yes.
Everyone around us clapped and was happy. K started to cry because she "...was so happy." G kept the secret without giving it away. I found out later that night that he wanted me to go have the spa day so I'd be pampered and be able to get a manicure. He had so sweetly planned it out...and I'm mad that I ruined that aspect of his plan. He also told me (and you all can guess) that proposing was why he was so nervous.
Overall, I think he did an amazing job and it's crazy to me that I have a fiancé. Two years from now, I'll be a Mrs.
For me, the day started out nice and early because my 1 year old puppy was crying to get out of her kennel and play with my Mom's 3 month old puppy. Some backstory; T and I just got a new house (read about it here! ) so we were/still are looking for furniture that I could re-decorate to match the look that we wanted in our home. My Mom told me about how this thrift store is supposed to be really good and I could find some stuff for cheap, but it was on Saturday. T had planned this whole spa day for me as a birthday present for Saturday morning, so I was going to see if I could switch my appointment so maybe we could find some inexpensive furniture and get to unpacking and setting up our house. I called T to see if that would bother him, and he had a hiccup when he responded. I now know I should've just gone with the plan. Hindsight is 20/20 right? Anyway, I got my appointment changed and that Saturday T, my Mom and I went to a few thrift stores and my absolute favorite, Apt. 7. We got some good pieces and didn't end up spending too much. As soon as we got back to my Moms house something was off. T was nervous and jittery even asking me over and over again what I wanted for my birthday. I wrote it off as nerves of being around my loud, chaotic family for the evening. What a stupid question, I thought because he already gave me this amazing relaxation spa package. "Are you sure there isn't anything else you want?" He continually asked me. I finally said, "A DVD of The Longest Ride would be awesome." (I watched that movie on the airplane back from PL, it was amazing - definitely a must see) And T just laughed at that. It's safe to say that I was confused.
I go to get ready, I dress a little nicer because it's my birthday (and I loved my dress). My Mom offers to do my make-up, which isn't a huge surprise because I- unlike my sisters- do not like wearing makeup but they always are trying to get me too. I let her make me up figuring I wanted to look special. When I go to check on T, he still has a nervous energy around him but he is smiling, offering support and giving me kisses.
My grandparents arrive and we kick off the party. Everyone sings to me, I blush like a lobster. It slowly becomes time to open presents. My Mom and Step-Dad come in carrying a huge, heavy looking box which I come to find out is an entertainment-storage-cubby shelf that I have had an eye on for the house and a huge mirror that matches. I open the hilarious cards and thank everyone for their kind and generous gifts. Then all of a sudden my sister, G, is in my face telling me that she needs to talk to me in the other room, that she needs my help. Before I know what's going on I'm being dragged out of the room pretty much. She starts talking randomly about minimal things and I find myself asking her over and over again, "Why did you need me in a different room for this? We could've talked about it later." I try to leave as my younger sister, K, comes up to G and whispers in her ear. "Okay, we can go now." That gets me. "What is going on?!" I try to get answers but they just lead me back to the party.
As I walk in, I can tell the energy in the room is different. T is sitting in his chair and turns to smile at me when I walk in. That's when I notice a extra present on my chair. I almost ignore it, but I ask everyone if I am supposed to open it. As I look down I see it's from T. I felt bad then because he already got me something. In my peripheral I see G taking pictures and my Mom saying, "Put your phone down, don't give it away." Or something like that. I didn't pay much attention. I open my gift to find a photo album. The album was filled with pictures of him, in front of places that were/ are important to us throughout the course of our ongoing relationship. There was pictures of him in front of my first apartment, the hospital where we said our first 'I love yous', our new home, the humane society where we got our fur-baby, and many more. In each picture was part of a speech that he had saying all of these amazing, sweet things. (side note- I am very glad that the speech is written down so that I can always look back on it.) The last picture, he was holding up a sign asking me to marry him. When I looked up, T was on his knee with a ring in front of me. The rest passed by in blur. He told me that I asked him, "Really?" and "You're serious?" three or four times after I said yes.
Everyone around us clapped and was happy. K started to cry because she "...was so happy." G kept the secret without giving it away. I found out later that night that he wanted me to go have the spa day so I'd be pampered and be able to get a manicure. He had so sweetly planned it out...and I'm mad that I ruined that aspect of his plan. He also told me (and you all can guess) that proposing was why he was so nervous.
Overall, I think he did an amazing job and it's crazy to me that I have a fiancé. Two years from now, I'll be a Mrs.
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