Weddingbee Blog

I just realized I never told you about the proposal. For this, I’m going to take you back. Way back…back in time.

We met in high school. Because we were lifelong residents of the same small town, it was actually quite odd that we hadn’t noticed each other before. It was all over the day the cute (and new to me) senior boy walked into my advanced acting class. Our teacher paired us up to be Meisner partners and scattered the class in the auditorium.

In an (EPIC) failure to try and flirt with him, I rolled up my assignment and looked at him through it. Yeaaaah… real smooth, 15-year-old Zebra. (I should have taken the warning and run for the hills after Zeb’s failed attempt to flirt back—but that story wouldn’t end with this post.) He smashed the paper in my face. Paper cuts, watery eyes, and runny makeup ensued, but at least it was an interesting icebreaker. Thus began a truly wonderful friendship. He started dating a friend while I started dating everyone, and in six short months we started our relationship while on the rebound. We went on our first date to the mall, and he asked me out online after that. Oh, high school!

So I was a brat; I’ll admit it. We were together for seven years. We survived college without even a break on our relationship record. I begged for a ring. There, I said it. I’m not ashamed. OK…maybe I am.

It started innocently enough: we went on vacation in England, and I thought Hmm? Maybe he’ll do it romantically abroad. When that didn’t happen, leaving magazines out with pictures of the perfect ring became routine. Then I started dropping subtle hints. Once I graduated, I was flat out asking him when we were getting engaged. “We can’t be the same now as we were in high school!” Maybe a few times (who’s counting?) I flipped out and cried. See! Brat! I warned you. Each time he understood what I was asking of him, his response was always the same: “When you least expect it.” I had secretly set a date, a year from my college graduation, that I would end our relationship if it didn’t happen. Anyone else do that? Is this thing on?

A few months after graduation, we began looking for houses.This satiated my desire for the next level. We became consumed by the tumultuous ride that is purchasing your first home. Five months later, we finally signed our paychecks away for thirty years, right around the time Beyonce’s “Single Ladies” came out. I stood in my kitchen covered in paint, dancing, showing him my left hand, and telling him “You better get used to hearing this song.” It was a joke. I was completely over the moon with the new house. My year-from-graduation deadline slowly faded away as we settled into our newfound home. It was a busy time of life for us.

To be continued…