My last post, The Wedding Announcement, made an implication about me – only it wasn’t actually about me. So I can see how you may be a bit wary of me starting this post with “The Engagement…”
Have I set you up again or will I come through? Is this post a metaphor or is something actually going to happen around here?!
Don’t fear, my treasured reader – I am so coming through for you – like a rocket if I do say so myself (to be factual, it’s J. who has come through for us, but why quibble over details when there is a lovely band ‘o love wound around the ring finger of my left paw?) Meow!
After being a single mom since 2003, I am now engaged and so very happy (yes, you can take a moment to wipe off the gush and sappiness I just slobbered all over you). Let me say this: when I got divorced, I thought, no way. Not happening again.
But it did. And here’s how it went…
J. and I had been talking about getting married “someday” – just ships “sailing in the night,” both wary based on previous “nautical” experiences (am I taking this analogy too far? We both had terrible divorces).
We decided to get engaged towards the end of the year, and we went ring shopping (ok I insisted I had to go because I wanted a wedding band…or two …and no solitaire…and it had to be just right). Why two? I need a gold one and platinum one (to wear separately) depending on the rest of the jewelry I wear that day. Now the funny thing is that I don’t actually wear that much jewelry – but a girl likes her flexibility, know what I mean? (This is about when my girlfriend pointed out that women everywhere were going to follow suit and insist on engagement rings in platinum, gold, pink gold, white gold….and thus I am a trendsetter…which is fine with me).
If I had to guess, J. was pretty psyched…wedding bands only…no big ole’ solitaire to have to sell his first born to afford. It wasn’t until we went shopping that he realized that the bands needed to be diamond studded. I love him and his innocence.
At the first store, the sales woman showed us 107 rings for me; then she turned to J. and said, “Would you like to try on some bands too?” And J. came back with “What? Me? No…” He was in shock and I contemplated throwing my glass of water towards him to bring him back to earth.
At the second store he said he would take a look (7 seconds), no luck. At the third store, he looked at just ten rings and was done!
I had to go back everywhere and re-try everything four or five times.
Finally, we went to make our final decision…and I fell, hook, line and sinker, in love with three wedding bands, not two. Two in platinum bands and one in gold. I stared and stared and stared and repeatedly pointed out how delicious they were. And then J. said “I’ll take all of them.” Did I mention I love him?
I burst and did what I imagined Marilyn Monroe would do if presented with such gorgeous gifts – threw my arms around him, gave him a luscious kiss, and cooed at him in a sultry voice (ok fine, I wasn’t anything like her – I was screamy and screechy and I planted a million smooches sloppily all over his face while I babbled away and J. stared at me in shock and mild horror).
In any case, the woman behind the counter said the rings would be sized and ready in three weeks and we said “No big deal” because we weren’t planning to get engaged for a few months. Apparently when I went to the ladies room, J. told her he needed one of those rings sized by the next day!!
The next day, we went out to dinner to celebrate our two-year dating anniversary and we ate where we had our first proper dinner date (Volare). I had gotten J. a card and he said he wanted to read it at the bench where we first met for a coffee, near the Chicago River. Now I am usually the sappy one between the two of us so imagine my happiness that he brought up “our bench”?! We sauntered over after dinner.
At the bench, he opened my card, and I told him the last years had been wonderful. And he said, ‘They have been wonderful. We should get married. Will you marry me?” and he pulled out one of my gorgeously gorgeous wedding bands!
And then I did what I imagined Julia Roberts would…oh hell, no I didn’t. I squealed again and laughed out loud and stared and wasn’t at all composed as I hugged and kissed him and sputtered half sentences like: “WHAT?! But how?! When did you? But I thought?! Oh Wow! Oh my! WHAT?!” Then I finally remembered to say YES!