You know what happens when I don’t blog for six weeks? I get engaged.
Nick proposed on Christmas Eve. We were at my brother’s house with his wife and daughter, my parents, my sister and her fiance and eight dogs (5 among the families and 3 fosters). We were in the middle of our day-early Christmas celebration before everyone parted ways to travel the next day when he popped the question, as they say.
For us, I guess it wasn’t so much a question as a confirmation. We’ve talked about getting married for a long time. In fact, it was only a few weeks into dating that I remember us sitting up one night tossing incredulous questions back and forth:
“Could this be it?”
“I think this could be it. Do you think this could be it?”
“I think this it it.”
As much as we talked about getting married and being married and having kids and getting old, we talked less about the proposal and engagement period. I had no clear thoughts about the ring or how it should go or when and where it should be, only that it was inevitable.
When it happened, I cried (to my surprise and his). It was straightforward, simple, family-centric and full of a bunch of animals – exactly how I would have pictured it if I had pictured it ahead of time.
Selflessly, he did it with my family. He could’ve waited 24 hours until we were at his parents’ house with his brothers but he gave that once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to me and my side and I was really grateful for that. We went straight to his parents’ house the next day.
The ring is perfect and beyond anything I ever would have dreamed up or expected. He did a much better job picking it out than I would have myself.
We’re not in a rush to set a date right now. My sister is getting married October 2016 and has already been engaged for a year and I’d just rather focus on the build up to her day (and attempt not to fail at my maid of honor duties). I can tell you right now that wedding planning will not be my forte. So for now, it’s still just the same old us, which I like.
After our whirlwind visit to his parents’ house, we were back home standing in the kitchen and he asked me if anything felt different. I said no. He agreed. I said I think that’s a good sign, that it’s supposed to feel like that. After all, this not-different feeling is why he asked and I said yes. I am so in love.
PS – We met on Tinder the summer of 2014 (and I had to initiate the conversation). So just keep swiping. Oh, and I’ll be Katie Loveluck whenever we get around to the next step. Cool last name, yes?