Weddingbee Blog

Mr. Sushi and I had talked about our life together and marriage in the past, but I honestly never expected to receive a ring from Mr. Sushi. I always thought we would just go and do it… no ring needed. Plus (no offense, Mr. Sushi!) Mr. Sushi isn’t exactly Mr. Romantic.

We had just bought a condo in May 2007, so money was kinda tight. That Christmas, we decided to put a $30 price cap on each other for Christmas gifts. Yes, $30! We thought it would be a good way to save money and get creative with trying to find a gift in that price range. Well… Mr. Sushi went a lil’ over his $30 limit by a few hundred dollars and got on down on his knee on Christmas. His mom helped him pick the ring out, although he had a hell of a time trying to explain to his mom that he was buying an engagement ring that didn’t feature a diamond. I had told him long, long ago that diamonds weren’t really my thing. As pretty as they are, I like color.

There was a bit of confusion on that fateful day, though.

Picture this: Here I am opening a ring box to see a very pretty, blue sapphire ring. I pull it out of the box and before I could put on my finger (any finger), Mr Sushi exclaims, “It’s too big! It’s too big!” in a very disappointed voice. This was my first notion that this might be an engagement ring. So here I am asking, “What finger is it supposed to go on?!” Only then did he finally realize that he had never asked me the notorious question, and instead had just pointed to my ring finger. That, my friends, is my proposal.

My bling.

Later that day we’re chillin’ at my ’rents house with most of my family, and my aunt mentioned that she really regretted not visiting us in Hawaii when we used to live there. She felt that she might never go there now because she didn’t have a reason to visit the beautiful islands (who needs a reason?!). Without really thinking I said, “Maybe Mr. Sushi and I will just have to get married there so you have a reason to go to Hawaii!” Daddy Sushi seemed real fond of this idea; He hadn’t been back to the islands in 12 years. Later Mr. Sushi and I talked about the possibility of Hawaii vs. good ol’ Central PA. Obviously, we know what locale won.

I leave you with photos… so you can put a face to the name.

*note: My $30 gift to Mr. Sushi was a bottle of cologne.