Ever since I was four or five years old, I have been
dreaming of the day when I would walk down the aisle. Whether it was turning old sheets in to
fabulous gowns or staging elaborate nuptials for Barbie and Ken, weddings have
been on mind from an early age. Fast
forward to July 2008, when I had moved downtown (and out on my own!) just a few
months prior. A friend invited me to her
co-worker’s house warming party and I willing went, blissfully unaware that my
future husband, Michael, was the host.
He was a year older but we had some spooky connections: his 10th
grade English teach was my uncle and
he went to college with my cousin. As is
typical, he sent me a Facebook friend request that next day but I thought that
was probably all that would happen.
However fate had a different plan.
About 2 weeks later we ran in to each outside of a bar in Federal Hill
and have never been a part since!
In the nearly four and a half years we have been dating, we
have learned so much about each other and ourselves. To those on the outside we seem like total
opposites, but hey, opposites attract right?!
And over time have learned to love our differences. Michael is a huge Maryland Terps basketball
fan and is slowly converting me (who doesn’t love to tailgate?). I love journeying to exotic places and travel
often for my work at an international non-profit. While I have accepted that Michael isn’t
going to go backpacking through the jungle with me, he is always open for
adventure. We love each other for who we
are, even if Michael thinks I have WAY too many clothes.
Something that Michael and I do have in common is our
inability to keep secrets, especially presents from one another. Generally by the time a birthday rolls
around, the other one already knows what they are getting. We rather share the excitement as soon as
possible. Since about June of 2012, Michael
had told me he was going to propose by the end of the year, and I had a
suspicion he was going to do it around my birthday or Christmas. Being the opinionate girl that I am, I left
multiple hints for my dream ring around the house. On December 4th, my actual
birthday, he called me and told me he found the ring of our dreams but it
wasn’t going to be ready for another week.
Since we had waited over four years, what was another week? So we went out to dinner with my parents and
grandparents. Thinking back on it now,
he was acting a bit strange and was in a really great mood, despite having a
stressful work day. After my family
left, he called me upstairs and asked if I wanted to open my card. As I went in to our room and he turned to
face me, I saw what he was holding in his hand: the most beautiful ring, even
better than I could have dreamed!
Honestly I don’t remember much of what he said when he was down on one
knee but I am sure it was sweet and perfect.
Now that the high of our engagement, the holidays and
celebrating with all our friends and family is beginning to wear off, I am
slowly realizing that even though I thought I had my wedding planned, there is
SO MUCH to think about and organize.
It’s a bit overwhelming but also so incredibly exciting. Thankfully my fiancé knows and accepts that I
have a dream vision for our wedding and doesn’t want to be too involved in the
small details. Not too many guys are
passionate about linens and centerpieces after all. His three requirements are (1) open bar, (2)
the Electric Side and (3) selecting the rest of the music. Other than that he says he trusts my judgment
and knows I am plan something meaningful and special to us. I am so excited to share my journey here on
my blog, as well as my other passions like running, cooking, all things Lilly Pulitzer, the beach, life below the Mason-Dixon line, and of course Disney. And while it maybe not be a fairytale all the time, I know it’s going
to have a happy ending.
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