And after dinner, Chris asked me to marry him.
Today marks one year since Chris and I got engaged. Our wedding is in 59 days (thank you, Facebook countdown that pings me every morning) and we're wrapping up so many of the final details now. The invitations are being FedEx'd to my office tomorrow morning and we're sending them out on Saturday. The wedding shower has been planned. The bachelorette party is ... well, that's in full swing, too. We've booked our honeymoon in the Dominican Republic. My dress is having the finishing touches put on the pump pocket next week and I'm choosing my veil this weekend. We're ordering our wedding rings on Saturday.
(And I finished my March Madness bracket this morning, just in time for the 11 am deadline. Priorities, no?)
But now the wedding is so close. Just a few weeks away. We've been engaged for a long time. But if I think back to that night in St. John, I can clearly remember the shock of seeing him on one knee with that red box in his hands. I remember seeing how happy he looked and how shaky my hands were when he put the ring on my finger. My stomach still jumps a bit remembering these moments.
Our wedding day will come and go (and hopefully I'll remember the majority of it). But I'm looking forward to a long and happy marriage with Chris, one where we will celebrate successes together, comfort each other during moments of challenge, and laugh our heads off at all of life's silliness.
Cheers to you, my future husband. And to our long and happy life ahead. I love you dearly.