- 9 years ago
- Wedding: October 2014
He took me down to the creek back behind my woodsy backyard, our long-time spot for quiet walks and canoe rides and rock skipping and escaping the world, where he hit a knee and popped the question… at sunset. with a custom ring he designed himself. swoon!
Well, really he LURED me to the creek, saying he needed to test the waterproofness of his new hunting boots and while he was trying to cultivate a sweet moment to propose, I was trying to walk away from him and back to the nice warm house. Bless him. I’m truly clueless.
But it was a perfectly blended moment… Romantic enough for the start of our forever and goofy enough to really be ours. Happy sigh.
Family and friends are ecstatic. We’re beside ourselves.
White gold, pearl, diamonds, “Semper Fidelis” engraved on the inside.
I love my Marine. I love my ring. That is all.
I’ve sent my baby back to the jewelry store for a resizing and withdrawals have set in! But here she is!
We’re a young couple. It doesn’t phase our families at all, because they know us. The owners of the following tactless comments obivously don’t really know us. I lol’d at these. Thought y’all might too…
“Honey, the sooner you marry him, the sooner you hate him.”
(Her divorce is pending.)
“Oh, your engagement is looonng. Plenty of time for things to fall apart.”
(My grandmother rescued me from the conversation at this point. Grammy of the Year.)
“Are you going to finish college?”
(Yes. And keep my scholarship. And stay on the Dean’s List.)
“Are you sure you want to marry a soldier?”
(He’s a Marine. A Marine-in-training, actually. And… yes.)