December 31, 2013
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WhataWedding: Teh ‘yes yes yes… Did I say yes?’
Trying to catch up with wedding news, and– if you haven’t been able to tell: am failing rather miserably about it.
For those who are in the loop (which, if you read this blog, probably means you are) I got hitched about a month ago. We had a very short engagement– Early July to late November… four months.
I’ve heard shorter.
When I made the announcement that I was engaged to be married– so many people asked this question first: “HOW DID HE DO IT?”
I almost always look/feel/get nervous to explain the details of our engagement story. Largely because I thought it was perfect– but my perfect/romantic/special moment couldn’t really be summed up in the engagement story; what was the pinnacle of perfection in our engagement day was so much more than a proposal story….
because our relationship has been founded on a hearty combination of adventure and warm romance, it’s actually hard to say when the proposal actually began.
Not the aw inspiring moments when we traveled the world together- or when we went to those romantic dinners above the clouds. It wasn’t even really the dates– but instead those days we planned staying in, scrounging for condiments and pan frying hot dogs; sitting on the balcony, or making Christmas dinner out of popcorn and Istan sushi. The every day moments are those moments when we were in love the most.
The issue of our engagement came up long before we were together again in the USA. and so when I saw him his first night back from basic training, Brian had already shown me my future ring. He can’t keep secrets, which is good because I really don’t like secrets.
He had asked me that night if he was supposed to ask my parents for permission: which was funny because the week before I thought it would be a good idea to ask mom and dad if they would be okay with me marrying this man. They had said yes, “But in american culture, the groom is suppose to ask the family first before asking the bride….”
I looked blankly at my mom as she said this (since dad had said ‘yes if he makes you happy {but you have to work}’) and was shocked. She, of the two of them, was the one I was least worried would say no. “Well… is that important to you.”
“He can’t ask you before he asks us,” she said a bit unsure. I filed that away as ‘oh… well I guess this means we need to get Greed together with the parents.’
We did. He asked; but apprently my dad intimidated him to say ‘in two or three months…?”
When my friends asked, I thought to myself: “That’s okay. I’m in no rush and though I want to be married to him– what is a two month wait?” So I was happy to wait till September.
Fourth of July, Greed and I had spent the entire day just running errands, testing beds, and buying giant TVs. We had just bought steaks and were getting ready to put them on the grill. I joined him with a pan and waited with him outside. While out there, I swear, I was attacked by every mosquito in Texas. and I came in with about thirty different mosquito welts.
Uncomfortable welts mind you.
so while inside, I was miserable and itcy and entirely unpleasant. The other had come in and laughed rather unsympathetically at my pain. Wrapped up in my misery, I had fought with my itchy bites when he sat on my bed and pulled me in for a sweet ‘aww sorry baby’ hug.
He said some things (though I barely remember the exact words since I was still distracted by mosquito bites.) when he said, he really loved doing the day to day things with me– doing the daily things, making our own memories with special yet simple moments. And when he asked me if I liked the every day things too; I couldn’t help but say I did.
Because I do. Because just being around him makes me happy.
Of the entire proposal, all I remember is this exchange:
“Do you want to do this with me forever?”
“I want to be with you forever?”
“Forever, forever?”
“Forever-forever!”
And then he gives me his ring.
I think I said yes… a few times because I blacked out and couldn’t remember if I said yes the first time or if I just suffocated him in kisses. I had honestly expected the proposal to be months later so even though I knew it was coming, I was still surprised. He dropped the ring. It was funny.
Almost immediately after he had to go out and check on the steaks we had put on the grill. I basked in the sparkily that was my new engagement present. A bit more gaudy than I wanted it to be, but perfect since it was from him, nonetheless.
That story being told: here is the reason it was perfect.
Brian and I have had hundreds of ‘aw inspiring’ moments: From the unforgettable first trip to Thailand for New Years Day. From the unforgettable romantic Christmas dinner, 70 stories above what could be the worlds’ ever most changing rainbow skyline. From the romantic week in the Australian city to the new experiences in the Malaysian forests… But the memories we cherish the most are those that are simple– a hot-dog dinner or snuggling while we play endless hours of playstation.
It’s the everyday moments that we fell the most in-love. And it was an everyday moment he chose as ‘the moment’ to ask me to be with him forever. I loved that… and while I am happy for everyone who has had that breathtaking surprise proposal– I am so happy that my man chose the simple moments to be the most cherished ones.
The end….
Though– Post Script: I did propose to him later with sunglasses– did the romantic dinner, movie and down on one knee. It was charming. =}
