A year ago today Brent surprised me in Santa Barbara with a massage at a fabulous resort and a very sparkly ring. We officially became "betrothed." It's hard to believe that it's been a whole year since he got down on one knee, I burst into tears while some onlookers scurried away to give us privacy. One year since I called my mom, who could barely hear me because of the so-so cell reception at the secluded resort, and I had to yell, "HE GAVE ME A RING!" And she replied non-chalantly, "What? I can't hear you. Call me back."
It's also hard to believe that there's only 83 days until we say, "I do." As I check-off my list of things to do, such as addressing invitations (which I did yesterday), I'm trying to remain calm and very, very excited about the big day. And e-mails like this from my future mother-in-law also make me very happy: This is so exciting !!!!!!!! I love you dearly and am ecstatic that you are marrying Brent. Am I lucky, or what !
Yay for awesome in-laws!
"It wasn't my one and only marriage proposal. In second grade, a guy proposed to me and besides the fact that he ate paste, he was quite a catch." - Caroline, Caroline in the City