Weddingbee Blog

As requested!

After we finished opening presents on Christmas last year (18 people were in the house so it took a while), everyone was just kind of hanging out in front of the fire, putting away their presents, browsing through new books etc. Mr. Bluebell suggested (in a whisper) that we go for a walk - just the two of us. Since my parents’ dog is always taken on any outing, I said, “With Duncan?” and he said he’d rather not.

When he first suggested the walk I was 95% sure this was it, but when he said no dog I was positive. He loves Duncan as much as anyone else, and would certainly not deprive him of a nice walk without having a very good reason. The walk he wanted to take was up to my family’s summer house (which is about 15 minutes away from my grandparents’ winter-ready house) where, incidentally, we had always planned to get married.

We hiked along the road a bit, then up the really long, steep driveway which can’t be driven on in winter because of the snow. The only footprints in front of us were a bunch of deer prints. He was being sweet and saying nice little things along the way. Then we reached the house at the top, walked around to the huge front porch and sat on the wide railings looking out at the gorgeous view of the lake. He said some more sweet things then asked me to marry him, and I said of course and we talked a bit more (me crying, of course). Note I have not mentioned a ring yet… It took him about 5 minutes to get around to producing it, and I was getting really worried he’d forgotten to bring it upstate!!

After another couple minutes, we decided to head back to tell everyone (and also because our feet were freezing). But as we were walking down the steepest part of the hill, we kept slipping in the snow, so 10 minutes after we got engaged we were just laughing hysterically as we slipped and slided along down the hill holding hands. This is probably my favorite memory from that day - the giddiness of sliding along with my brand new fiance.

Remember how I said there were 18 people at the (fairly small) house for Christmas? When we got back we had to try to lure my parents out into the front hall to tell them first, but everyone else was around and getting suspicious as to why we were hovering in the hall and not coming in. They kept peeking out the kitchen door to see what was up, so basically everyone saw as we announced it to my parents!

Sigh… I haven’t told that story in a while, so much fun to remember it all!