Wedding Blog

So, I have been blabbering on and on about the wedding, and only briefly mentioned the boy who made it all possible, my fiancé, Mr. Cloud! By the time we get married we will have been together for just over five years and have been engaged for close to two. And let me tell you, three years in, when he finally got down on one knee, I was so ready, but so surprised!

Let me back up a bit. I met Mr. Cloud when I was in college. Like any good sorority girl with commitment issues, I was busy having a good time with my friends. It was my third year, and I was living with another sorority sister (who is now BM N) and a friend of ours from our brother fraternity (ironically he is now best man L… see where this story is going?). One night while we were all having a fabulous time at the classiest toga part you could ever imagine (I swear, it really was a toga party, you can’t even make this stuff up), best man L yells over to me and BM N if we would mind if his best friend from home came to visit and stay with us a while. Well, we had seen pictures, and we knew he was cute so we obviously had no objections. The next day, Mr. Cloud was at my doorstep and I was left to entertain him all evening until best man L got home from work. We talked all night and his three day trip turned into a week, followed by many miles traveled back and forth, and ultimately a big move to the South to live here for good!

Our first picture together, we look so young!
(Yeah I don’t know why it’s black and white either..)

Fast forward to 2008, and I was getting antsy.

We had moved in together, we had talked about getting married, we knew we would be together forever, but where was the freakin’ ring already!? I knew there was one, or the potential to be one, because my great grandmother had left me a diamond to use if I wanted it, and I knew Mr. Cloud knew that it existed too (follow that? I was going nuts!). But Christmas had come and gone, and so had New Year’s, and Mr. C had flat out said it wasn’t happening on a holiday, and I just needed to chill. So I woke up on Valentines Day, took a shower, and talked myself down. I literally stood there and talked myself out of expecting anything. I was NOT going to be upset if our nice dinner was just a nice dinner and not a monumental occasion. I was okay with that. I didn’t really want him to ask me at dinner, anyway. It just wasn’t us, as we are pretty laid back and I just couldn’t see it happening.

So I was hanging out on the couch in my sweats, watching Real World/Road Rules Challenge, when Mr. C came home for lunch. That was normal, so I just kept on watching. But he kept bugging me, trying to get my attention and finally turned the TV off. Then I realized our fur baby Bella wasn’t crawling all over the couch with us like usual, and then I FINALLY realized that Mr. C was not on the couch with me, either. In fact, he was on the floor… ON ONE KNEE WITH A SMALL BOX IN HIS HAND!! Yeah, this was way more our style then a fancy dinner! He was talking, I was crying, and of course I said yes. He still says I never answered, but that I just screamed, which could definitely be true :).

I smiled so hard for the rest of the day that my face hurt. I called everyone possible to tell them, but Mr. Cloud still had to go finish his day at work (apparently he planned on that fancy dinner being the best time, but also realized it wouldn’t work for us and ran straight home from lunch to ask as soon as possible). We never did make it to the restaurant. Instead, I cooked dinner and went to buy bridal magazines, of course!

I have told this story a million times. I’m always a little offended when people turn up their noses at the way he asked. But then I realize they must not know us well, because if they did, they would realize it was the perfect proposal… for us!

Did you have a perfect, non-traditional proposal?