I had some inkling that something was being planned...we hadn't really celebrated Valentine's Day in a few years and Ken was dropping little hints. He wanted to go to a fancy dinner, and kept asking me about little details of things. "Exactly how long have we been dating again?" I think he should have known the answer to this already, but you know, men. Haha. So there was a little part of me that was hoping for something, but at the time I thought it was really just wishful thinking, like it was pretty much every Valentine's Day, birthday, Christmas...
So I wake up on February 14th, and I don't feel well at all. I've got a horrible headache, I'm puking every hour, but I have to go to work. I would have called in sick had it not been a holiday, but I didn't want everyone I worked with thinking I called in just to stay home for Valentine's Day. I sucked it up at work, running to the bathroom to throw up every 45 minutes, and after like five hours, my supervisor told me I could go home. I stopped at Walmart to get some ginger ale and Pepto to calm my stomach and the plan was to go home and pass out, hoping some medicine and sleep would get rid of whatever bug I had because Ken and I were going to dinner later and DAMNIT I was going to enjoy that dinner.
So I'm sitting in the parking lot and I get a text from Ken that says, "What time are you going to be home today?" I respond with, "Well, I'm feeling icky so I got to leave a little early. Maybe like 1:00-1:30? But why does it matter? Aren't you working until 5:00?" He had told me he opened and was getting off at 5:00 that day, sneaky bastard. So he says, "I was gonna see if I could leave early so we could go to dinner earlier." So I tell him to get off as early as he can, and I'd be ready. I just hoped the ginger ale and Pepto worked fast cause now the plan was to go home, shower, and be ready when Ken got home.
So I drive home and lug my soda and stuff up the stairs, and when I open the front door, I see this:
So I'm like, "Uhhhhhhh, what the hell...?" But in a good way of course, lol. I put my purse and bags down on the table and start to read the cards, which have chronological relationship milestones on them.
(little sad face, lol)
(this one was on the closed bedroom door)
(this was the last one tied to the ring)
When I opened the bedroom door, he was already down on one knee with the ring box open. I just kind of stared at him, dumbfounded for a minute. He actually had to say, "Well, come here!" to me cause I just stood there with my jaw on the floor, looking like a fish, lol. When the words, "Will you marry me?" came out of his mouth, I about passed out, cause that's what made it really real. I said, "Of course!" And he put this on my finger:
(here's a close up)
(here's me trying to be creative with Instagram, lol)
The ring is absolutely perfect. I couldn't have designed one better myself. It's got nine diamonds total, equaling a little over a carat. I feel kinda bad cause I'd been bugging, bugging, bugging him about when, when, when we were going to get married cause it'd been almost nine years! He had to have been saving that whole time because I know this ring couldn't have been cheap. I know what he put down for a deposit but I don't know what the total cost was, which I guess is the way it's supposed to be, lol.
So now were (I'm, lol) wedding planning! My sister is super excited and all about being the wedding planner, so I think it's going to be a lot of fun! The date is most likely May 3rd, 2013, since that's our 10 year anniversary. I thought it was fitting. :) I've already started looking at dresses, since that's the part I think I'm most excited for! I'll put some pictures up of some ideas I like soon. :)
Anyway, we had still planned on going to dinner that night, but I was feeling even more nauseous after that; I just had a burning ball sitting in my stomach. I got in the shower, got ready, and we left for dinner:
But once we were out and about, the car ride made me feel even worse if possible, so we decided to wait on the celebratory dinner until I felt better and it wouldn't be a waste of money. We decided to go to Ken's family's house to show off the ring (my mom had already seen it).
(we took this over there)
Then we stopped at Vons and got me some chicken noodle soup and crackers and Port of Subs so Ken could get a sandwich. We were able to go to PF Changs the following week to have our celebratory dinner, once I got over what I later figured out was food poisoning.
And I'll end this with what everybody has been thinking and a lot have been saying, "FINALLY."
