I love it, and I love the way it feels. I can’t stop looking at the ring. I’m so excited and floored by the whole thing. The proposal is something I’ll cherish forever because it’s so “Us.”
I was curled up on the couch in my pajamas watching the History Channel and crocheting a blanket for mi mejor amiga. Ryan came home from work, put on his pajamas and kinda stood in front of me smiling this weird smile. I think I asked him what his problem was or something like that. Then he moved the coffee table and got down on one knee in front of me and asked me to marry him. He had a ring and everything. A total surprise, I had no idea.
I guess some little girls imagine Cinderella type weddings and plan them their whole lives. I really wasn’t like that. I just thought if it happened it would be cool and if it didn’t that would be cool also. HA! It’s amazing how I went from not caring, to a Bridezilla Wanna-Be in 2 seconds flat! My dream wedding would take place at the Indianapolis Museum of Art. It’s my favorite place to be. I love the design of the building and the gardens are magnificent. But the more I dive into the planning process, the more discouraged I feel.
This wedding planning stuff is not for me. I’m so stressed and I’m having anxiety attacks. Everything is so expensive. Yes, I want it to be special, but going into debt is not the way to do it. I don’t want to lose sight of what is really important. So I skipped over the wedding and started planning the honeymoon. I don’t care if we get married in our living room, or some courthouse somewhere, just as long as we’re together and we have a Kick-Ass honeymoon😉