Monday, December 27, 2010

Once Upon a Time

I almost ruined my proposal!  In my previous post, I documented how I nearly fell victim to asking too many questions in order to not miss the Sister Hazel concert.  Well… I guess I'll never learn.

So, here's the background leading into the story.  Craig and I got into a really dumb argument earlier in the week… mainly due to my grumpiness after being woke up abruptly from a nap on Sunday.  The argument literally lasted all of 5 minutes because I quickly went back to sleep and was over it.  I did jokingly bring it up later, reminding him that I hadn't forgot about it, but we were clearly joking.

Fast forward to Wednesday night.  After completing some quick and final Christmas shopping, I went to his house because I hadn't been there in a while… he's been graciously coming over to my house usually because he works at his house during the day, so it's not that terrible for him to leave his house after work since he's been there all day.  But that night, he said he had a lot to do, so I agreed to go there for dinner and gift wrapping.  He asked how long I thought I'd be out and I told him I should be to his house by 7, and he said he'd just take care of dinner.  Business as usual.

I get to his house and walk in to his house, which was filled with yummy smells of pork loin, mashed potatoes, sauteed green beans and a dozen red roses.  He's a great cook, so the yummy smells didn't really shock me, but the flowers… "ok what's this for?"

He told me it was because he was sorry for the argument on Sunday.  I automatically thought that it wasn't a huge deal and wondered why he was making up for it because I hadn't really thought about it since it happened... but I was rather enjoying it.  :) So, I just said "awww" and gave him a kiss.

We eat and talk - same as always.  And then I'm ready to start wrapping gifts because there were TONS.  Before we do that though, Craig goes to the steps and lingers around where his formal living room is & turns the lights on in that room.. and then walks back in the kitchen.  I immediately ask him what he's doing and he just says "nothing".  Then I ask him why he turned the lights on and left the room (I know how anal he is about leaving lights on in rooms when you're not in them anymore).  He just says "It's Christmas."  Do what??  Then he keeps on.. "All the candles in the windows are on.. look I'll turn this one on too (which was the light in the foyer).."  Immediately, I said "What???  Turn that light off (weirdo)."  I just shake my head and head to the family room where the stack of gifts are.

On top of one of the boxes was an envelope, which I thought was Casey & Leslie's so I gave it to him to put aside.  Then I go through some bags and I actually found Casey & Leslie's… so then I turn around and asked what the other envelope was that I gave him.  He says "Oh, this is your's.." and he proceeds to open it.  Which leads me to ask "Uh, well if it's mine - why are you opening it??"  He then tells me to read the card itself and give the card back to him and he'll read what he wrote on the side.  So I frantically read the card, and quickly skimmed the left side through his little passage and look for keywords (like "marry"), and found nothing.  So I obliged and gave it back to him and listened to him as he read and it was a playful little poem about how sometimes he's wrong, sometimes I'm right, etc., etc… and basically the last line is about loving me for eternity.  And then he hands it back.

So… puzzled, I ask him why I couldn't have read that myself.  He said that it was because I didn't know the last line.  Still confused, I said that I'm looking at the last line and I can read that just fine.  He just politely said "No", got down on one knee, and asked me to marry him!  Surprised?  Yes!  And of course, I said yes.  Probably the most surprising part is that I didn't cry like a baby… I think it's because he went the playful route and didn't go on a mushy rampage because I am a BIG baby when it comes to sentiment.  I was really so proud of myself for just gushing and laughing.  It was a very happy moment for both of us.

Side note:  the mysterious light on in the formal living room was to provide lighting for the video camera he had set up.  Although, I haven't watched it… I imagine it's boring because I'm not sure how much you can hear and I didn't have a crazy reaction - just happy and surprised!

He filled me in that he went to see my dad earlier that day at his office and asked his permission, so he was in the loop, as well as his parents.  He had also mentioned it to my mom as well so she was in on it too.  I was on the phone for the next 2 hours calling family and my bestie (Brookes).  And now, the insanity has ensued… feeling a little stressed to get the ball rolling, but with it being the holidays, I'm a bit stalled.  I'm sure it will begin to come together soon… hoping for a Fall wedding, so we'll see how it goes!  Here's a good quote that was on my desk calendar a couple months ago that I thought was pretty profound and I kept it to remind me:
"Success in marriage depends on being able, when you get over being in love, to really love…"  - Eleanor Roosevelt
What a smart lady. :)

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Not Easily Surprised

The other night Craig attempted to surprise me with the Sister Hazel concert that I had been nagging asking him about since mid-November.  Rather than cleverly making something up like "Ah, I'll be out of town for work that night" (totally believable because he travels almost every week & shoots stuff down all the time because of it), or "I have a work dinner", or ANYTHING that indicates that he considered it at some point, and that he was sad he was going to miss it (the last part is important)… instead, he just pretended like I never even said it. I even brought it up in person once and he completely ignored me, and somehow I missed the opportunity to pout about it.  I don't know how he distracted me from the subject, come to think of it.

Anyway, so I finally asked him again last week as the date kept creeping closer, because normally he at least rejects it.  Ignoring me was completely new.  In case you haven't caught on to that yet.  I asked him via text because (guess what) he was out of town for work.  And then (guess what) he IGNORES me.  So then, I'm irritated.  Inside, my mind goes something like "What the FRACK??  I'm totally losing my touch."  After I push again, he says "Let me check my schedule - I might have to work."  Um.. HELLLLLOOOOO.. I asked him about this almost a month ago!  So, I have a little pow-wow with myself and just chalk it up to "Ok, the boy doesn't want to go.. I've seen them in concert before… same venue…  so it's not a huge deal…………………... But gah, he's just straight up IGNORING me!"

…and back to the happy place…

"Not a big deal."

Fast forward a few days when I ask too many questions and it comes to light that he bought the tickets weeks ago and had even organized a group to go.  Woopsie.  Ok, I'm a jerk but YAY SISTER HAZEL!

PS - I loved it. :)

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So, on a more random, yet related note - I was playing one of Sister Hazel's songs called Champagne High to get me in the mood on Tuesday.  Has anyone else really listened to the lyrics of that song and wondered what the hell the dude was doing at that wedding?!  I'm just sayin'.

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