It’s kind of a long story – perhaps it’s not, and I simply feel the need to over explain myself from time to time. This will be one of those times; forgive me, but a girl only gets to experience this once.
The chain of events all began in mid January when Matt took me engagement ring shopping! (Weeeee!) It was a really giddy, awkwardly silly, and utterly romantic experience. Butterflies and bubbles were bustling around in both of our stomach. Afterwards I called my mother and maybe one too many of my girlfriends, but from that day forward it was game on and I was just waiting in the end zone to haul in the game winning pass.
February is traditionally a month filled with romance, and ours was no exception. Every week we went on multiple proposal worthy dates. Our Valentine’s Day lasted 4 days with flowers, sushi and cupcakes in downtown Pasadena, trips to the theatre, and while he tracked down a darling book I wanted, there was no sight of anything I could fit on my fourth finger. The weekend after we drove up Pacific Coast Highway (the water was beautiful) and into the Hills of Malibu for wine tasting and later ended that evening strolling the shops in Santa Monica… and still nothing! The weekend after that my Mom along with my younger brother and his girlfriend were coming over for a BBQ. The morning of I find out my other brother, Dad, sister and her boyfriend would also be coming. Matt hit the grocery store alone and in the place of the discussed hamburgers and soda came bottles of wine and tri-tip. Matt has meshed with my family since the first time I introduced him, so I figured he must want to prepare a great meal and ask me to marry him in front of my loved ones. They came, they left, and no special questions had been asked. The next day Monday, he asked if I would like to go on a date that Saturday……all I could think was really? Another one of your dates? Silly boy. The next day, Tuesday he asked if I would like to go on date on Wednesday instead, I said yes.
Wednesday, February 29th sometime around 5:30pm Matt told me before we went out he had a gift for me. The gift was one of those digital frames where you can upload pictures to. In the beginning he was super claim and explained that since I take so many pictures it was a fitting gift. He then opened the box and while assembling it told me he had already uploaded some photos. This is where he lost his cool and started shaking a bit. He had actually up loaded 50 pictures of us starting with the one we took on the first day we met and finishing with one from our date in Malibu. After that last photo the screen read…This picture frame holds virtually an infinite amount of photos…it can hold a life time of memories….I want to spend the rest of my life with you trying to completely fill it. He then got down on one knee and asked me to marry him!
And that is how a Ms. M turns into a Mrs. G!
