Weddingbee Blog

Knowing that after graduation we would never again have glorious week-long breaks from school/life to do whatever we desired, Mr. Pony and I decided to make the most of our final spring break from school. (I’m really going to miss you, spring break.) At first I resisted this idea. We didn’t have jobs lined up and spending money on vacation seemed frivolous and irresponsible. But, Mr. Pony insisted that we should go somewhere and enjoy our last spring break. Eventually, I agreed.

Normally when I think of spring break, I think of this scene from Arrested Development:

Image credit: Fox via Daicy Not Daisy

I’m all for having a good time, but a typical spring breaker I am not. Instead, Mr. Pony convinced me to enjoy our week reprieve in the beautiful, historic city of Savannah.

Who would turn this down? (personal images)

We spent our first full day exploring the historic squares, dramatic architecture, and unique shops in the historic district. (This is sounding like a tourism ad. Sorry.) Mr. Pony suggested that we eat at a nice restaurant and celebrate our first night in Savannah right. I suggested The Olde Pink House, which I had read was the most romantic restaurant in Savannah.

Now, before I continue, I should explain that I was not anticipating a proposal during this trip. We were mere weeks from graduating, with unemployment and student loans looming in the future. It did not seem like the ideal time to get engaged. I am certainly not complaining, but that was my mindset at the time.

So, back to dinner. It was perfect. The food was delicious, the wine was wonderful, and the service was impeccable. (Our server and I even went to the same college for undergrad.) Sadly, we did not get any pictures of The Olde Pink House, but here are some from the internets to give you an idea.

(We were seated right next to the fireplace.)

Photos by Scott L. Robertson Photography

We finished dinner and started heading back to our hotel when Mr. Pony suggested we sit down at one of the benches in Reynolds square for a minute. I was not having it. I was cold and had had too much wine, not a winning combination. Luckily, Mr. Pony didn’t make me sit too long in the cold before he started a soliloquy about monumental occasions. I knew immediately where this conversation was headed, and the world seemed to speed up and get all blurry and I lost track of what he was saying. (The wine may have added to this effect.) Suddenly Mr. Pony was on one knee, and he asked me to marry him. I honestly can’t remember what I said, but it was probably along the lines of, “Are you serious?! Really?! Yes!”

Mr. Pony then pulled a hanky out of his pocket, which he unwrapped to reveal the ring of my dreams. After placing my ring on its new home on my fourth digit, we hurried back to the hotel to get warm, call our loved ones, and bask in being engaged. We spent the rest of the trip enjoying our newly engaged status and dreaming about the Pony wedding.

Self portraits + dSLR = awkward, but happy pictures

Reynolds Square benches with The Olde Pink House in the background

And finally, for all you Harry Potter fans out there, one of my favorite pictures of the trip:

Unfortunately, the visitors entrance to the Ministry of Magic was locked. Bummer.

Did you know about your proposal? How did it happen? Please share. I love proposal stories!

*All Pony pictures unless otherwise noted