Monday, 26 September 2011

A Decent Proposal - My Story

Mr. X (that is what I have decided we will call my fiance) and I met 5 years ago almost to the day.  The night I met him, we discussed our mutual love for Israel, poutine, Denzel Washington movies, 24, hockey (although opposing teams), and traveling.  I was captivated by his smile that night and knew he was something special (here's where S would call me "hokey").  We spent months playing games and pretending that neither of us were interested until finally we decided to "see each other", a term I still till this day do not understand.  We spent our last months of University watching every movie we could think of, cooking lavish meals and learning every last detail about each other.  I knew then that he was different but I did not know that I would be sitting here years later blogging about our future wedding.  We both lived in Israel for the following months and I think it's safe to call that summer a game changer.  We came home inseparable and could barely stand the idea of not spending our lives together.  Months later Mr. X and I moved in together and as they say, "the rest is history".

After years of renting, we bought our first home together just a couple months ago.  Before we sealed the deal, my man asked if I would be okay with waiting for my 'bling' since we would not be able to do both at once.  I (very modestly, I might add) said of course, convinced that our home was a better investment than a ring.  Obviously part of me was nervous my time would never come but I promised myself I would be patient (that works well in theory unless you like wine as much as I do).

In late July my family planned a trip to Las Vegas in honour of my sister's dirty thirty.  It was also Mr. X's birthday while we were away so I planned a special dinner for the two of us on his day. While we were out for dinner, Mr. X realized he forgot his wallet in the hotel.  For those of you who know him know that this was not a first time offense and so I was not the least bit phased by this. It being his birthday and all, there was no need for his wallet and I assured him the evening was on me.  He said he needed it to enter a poker tourney later.  Being the impatient (and sometimes bratty) girl that I am, I told him I was not walking back to the hotel.  He asked me to come with him and that he didn't want a hard time since it was his birthday. I mean, when you put it that way, what's a girl to do?  We got back to the hotel and he passed me the key.  I opened the door and my heart actually skipped more than just one beat.  What laid before me was a row of candles with rose petals leading to the bedroom (cue sappy love song).  My memory of what happened next is a little fuzzy, because I'm pretty sure I had an out of body experience; but he led me to our room where he had written "Will You Marry Me?" in rose petals on the bed.  I think it took me a little while to utter the word 'yes' since I was screaming and going totally bananas.  I turned around to find him down on one knee, where he told me it would be the best gift in the world to make me his wife and I, of course, said YES!  It was the most romantic proposal I could have imagined and he even arranged that my parents, and sister joined us minutes later for a champagne toast.  It was perfection!

We spent the rest of our trip on cloud nine.  We got home and began our planning right away.  It has been two months and it seems like our world has been turned upside down (in a good way, of course).  We are just shy of 5 months till we say "I do" so keep reading as I share the highs and lows of the journey.

Yours truly,


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