First things first, I want to let you guys know how the proposal went down. Keep reading to get both of our perspectives on the proposal!
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When we left off, Mr. BC had JUST asked me to marry him! While we were walking back to the car, he said we weren’t going home just quite yet…
I was still shell shocked and was like: “What?!?” He said he’d gotten us a night at the Bodega Bay Lodge. He had packed all of our stuff, and the neighbors were going to take care of the cats. WHOA!! AWESOME!!
While we were driving to the hotel, we stopped to get gas, and I took several pictures of my awesome ring.
The best ring pic came from while I was waiting for him to get gas!
Hive, Mr. BC surprised the crap out of me when he proposed. I was not expecting it at all, and he really outdid himself. Buckle up everyone, because it’s kind of a long story.
Some back story: Back in December 2012, I mentioned to Mr. BC that I really wanted to get some fresh crabs to eat. I suggested we hit up the grocery store and steam and eat them at home. He said that was a great idea, but that he didn’t want to deal with the mess and smell of cooking seafood at our place. He made a counter proposal: what if he took a Saturday off work and we drove up to Bodega Bay and had a nice lunch? Someone had just recommended an awesome seafood restaurant. I said that sounded great. Little did I know that that was his excuse and catalyst to plan one of the best weekends of my life!
On Saturday January 12, 2013, we woke up excited for our lunch in Bodega. Well, at least I did. But little did I know how much was in store for me! That morning he asked me if I would be up for doing some wine tasting on the way up. Who am I to ever turn down wine tasting? So he did a little research and we hit the road! (Side note: Mr BC was acting funny, but I did not really pick up on it. I’d see him act weird, and just dismiss it. A proposal was the very last thing on my mind.)
So that proposal I waited so long for? Turns out I could have actually waited three months less. Mr. S proposed in September at my parents’ home after a Sunday breakfast at Denny’s. It was very low-key and very Mr. S. Throughout our relationship, Mr. S has never been one for grand gestures, so the proposal I received was in line with my expectations. I only found out after the fact that he intended to propose back in July in a very extravagant way. So what happened? I f*cked it up.
When Mr. S started telling me the story, I instantly and vividly remembered the day he was talking about. Back in July, my college friend S planned a weekend trip from Philadelphia to NYC to visit BM G and me. We made fancy dinner reservations for Friday night in the Meatpacking District. Coincidentally*, Mr. S’s brother GM J, his girlfriend A, and his best friend GM DM were in town as well. Awesome, just add them to the dinner reservation and we’ll make a big night of it!
Friday night came upon us, and I got out of work later than expected. I had big plans to run to the nail salon to get a fresh manicure**, take a shower, and figure out what to wear for the evening—all within the span of an hour and a half. So now I was rushing all over the Upper East Side and finally came home to our apartment full of friends and family. Don’t get me wrong, I love our friends and family, but sometimes a girl just wants to strip out of her work clothes and plop down on the couch. That wasn’t happening because (1) I couldn’t strip to my undies with an audience there, (2) the couch was full, and (3) I still needed to shower and plan the night’s outfit. Plus I had to play happy hostess when all I really wanted to do was whine about my crappy day. So that was annoying tidbit #1.
I know I’ve mentioned before that I love to play with tradition. So instead of celebrating the holidays by the glow of a real green tree, Rooster and I have a black one. A black Christmas tree that I dress up with lights and a glittery star and a specific color scheme for the ornaments on it: Everything is silver, black, white, or gold.
(Side note: One of my favorite things about spending the holidays with Roo’s family is that they stick to a color scheme, deciding sometime around October to all wrap gifts in the same few hues. Its just warms my coordinated little heart!)
Conveniently, our pup Bacon is a black and white Boston terrier. So he gets to be all over the tree.
You might also recall that Rooster asked me to marry him on the first night of our anniversary trip to Walt Disney World. We’re not overly sentimental people, but that trip was such a wonderful time together for us, I knew I wanted a keepsake to remember it by. And I found the perfect thing. You see where this is going, yeah?
Did I say “fairy tale”? Because what I meant was…this is our “I completely ignored all the obvious signs that Roo was going to propose and somehow still managed to ruin his plan” story.
I grew up in Florida and have always been completely wrapped up in the magic of Disney. I have so many great memories of traveling to Walt Disney World for birthdays and family vacations, and during my university years my friends and I were all so close to WDW that we may have made a few day trips to Epcot.
That’s little me in the Mickey ears with my cousin. Gotta love ’80s hair.
But once I moved to Atlanta, I had a four-year dry spell in the magic department and never made another trip back to the kingdom (or anywhere else inside those walls). Mr. Rooster knew this, of course, because of my incessant rambling about how much I wanted us to take a trip to Disney together. Every time there was a commercial, or a new Pixar movie, or even when somebody said “mouse,” I always mentioned how badly I was dying to take a trip there with him. You see, Roo has always thought Disney was “a kids thing,” and as a native Floridian and unofficial ambassador to Disney World, I had to prove him wrong.
I came across this article (thanks, bridal shows, for plastering Brides magazine everywhere), and it made me think back to the pre-proposal stage. The article is fluff about Ashton Kutcher asking Mila’s dad for her hand before popping the question, blah blah blah. But then I thought I’d share the funny (to me) story about Monsieur P talking to my parents before he proposed.
Probably years before we actually got engaged, Monsieur P and I talked about getting married and such. I told him that my brother-in-law talked to my dad before he proposed to MOH Big Sis, and how I thought that was really sweet. It was sort of an offhand comment, but he must have taken note, or maybe it was just one of those traditional things that Monsieur P would surprise me with. Either way, fast forward to March 10, 2012, the day I was frolicking around Philly with MOH PT. Monsieur P was browsing rings, and decided to make this thing official.
Apparently he decided to up the ante, because he actually called both of my parents (separately). Now, something you should know about my dad…I get a lot of my personality from him. That’s why I’m a bit of a tomboy (way less now that I’ve discovered my girly side), a loud-mouthed prankster, and all-around goofball. Well, my mom’s a goofball too, so I get that from both sides, but I digress.
So, Monsieur P gathered up the courage to call my dad. According to Monsieur P, the conversation went a little like this:
Before I dive right in to planning the “happiest day of my life” let me back up here and tell you all my engagement story. Billie and I had been dating for about two years at this point, and so the subject of marriage had naturally come up. From the start of our relationship we had both agreed that getting into and completing grad school would be a priority for both of us and we wouldn’t get married before we accomplished this task. With our graduations in sight for the spring, I was starting to think he might pop the question. But alas, our two year anniversary came and went, my birthday came and went, and then he told me to be patient because he didn’t think it was going to happen this year because of finances…I was understandably a little bummed out, but I knew it would happen eventually so I decided to stop thinking about it for the time…
Then, on a chilly but sunny Saturday morning only a week or so later, Billie got down on one knee and made me the happiest girl in Philadelphia. Apparently he’d had the ring for a month and was just waiting for the right moment! Anyway, back to the story…Billie announced early in the week that he really wanted to go on a date to the Philadelphia Museum of Art on Saturday. This is the first place he took me on a date after he officially asked me to become his girlfriend.
I, not knowing what was in store for the day, had many things on my agenda for the morning before we went on our date. I had us running errands, getting breakfast at McDonald’s—where we rarely go since it is not really on the way—and stopping for photo-ops with the South African flag. (Side note—I grew up in Africa!)
Personal Photo – South African Flag! I found it!
Then we were walking past the Franklin Institute, and I saw that they had a Titanic exhibit going on! I asked Billie if he wanted to switch up our plans and head there instead, but I could tell he was on a mission to get the the art museum, so on we marched!
OK, I promised a post about my ring. Who doesn’t love to look at beautiful sparkly objects!? In case you have forgotten, this is my ring:
Photo by: Jayne Salentiny
However, this beauty was not the ring Mr. Farmer proposed with. WHAT?! Let’s start at the beginning, shall we? We went ring shopping in July, so a good two months before he proposed. We only went shopping at one store, and out of the rings we saw I fell in love with this little beauty:
In reality I knew what was going to happen September 6, 2013. Even though I knew it was coming, I had NO idea how or where he was going to pop the question, and wow did he surprise me.
I came home after work to find that there was a path leading to the kitchen table where I found this note:
Can you believe that 5 months ago we became a couple. That moment you became my girl friend changed my life. You are my dream girl the one I have been waiting for my whole life. I love you with my whole heart, to the moon + 2. Now take the 4-wheeler and drive to the place I took you 2 weeks ago, here’s a hint—it’s down the water way. Don’t worry, there are markers along the way so you don’t get lost. When you get to the end you will get a prize and another letter. Make sure you drive to the end and make sure you give yourself enough room to turn around. P.S. Leave the 4-wheeler running.
Love, Mr. Farmer
I took the four-wheeler to the end of our property just as he said to do, and when I got to the end I found this: