Soon after our engagement I took a minute out of the hectic excitement in order to write about our special day, making sure to include every single detail. I still read this whenever I'm feeling nostalgic and every time I smile from ear to ear as the giddy excitement bubbles up inside me. Our love story is unique and special, and I'm so glad that I took the time to document my newly engaged excitement, another chapter in our book, because had I not I wouldn't be able to share it with all of you now, or our children someday.
So ladies and gentlemen, I give you mine and Carl's engagement story - written by an obnoxiously giddy Amanda, exactly two years ago today. Please enjoy.
~~~~~~Yesterday, May 2nd 2010, after nearly 7 years of dating, my amazing boyfriend surprised me with a weekend away to our favorite hotel and FINALLY asked me to marry him. We'd discussed for nearly two years the possibility of getting married, and although I knew full well the day would come sometime in the future, I have to admit I bawled like a little child the minute he handed me that little box. It was the most amazing feeling I've experienced yet and I'll always remember that day until I die. I'm grinning from ear to ear as I type! :)
As I'm sure my craptastic memory will prevent me from remembering the special details of this day, I'm attempting to preserve them here, in all of their ooey-gooey glory, by retelling the story of our engagement day. Let the puppy-love mumbo jumbo flow Amanda, just let it all out now...and don't you worry, you'll thank the annoyingly frivolous girl you are now for writing this yucky love stuff in years to come when the old and boring you can't even remember what you ate for dinner the night before, let alone your marriage proposal. Let those fingers do the talking, don't leave anything out...
It was a normal Sunday morning, really. Carl and I were spending the weekend at his parents, and had gone for a walk around the village in an attempt to enjoy the beautiful Spring weather. I (being the camera happy person I am) snapped pictures of cherry blossoms and daffodils, while Carl jammed away to the music coming from the earphones that are permanently cemented inside his ears. Once we got back from our walk, Carl headed to our bedroom while I sat in the living room with Mama Lynne enjoying a cup of tea as the opening credits of Bride Wars danced across the screen. As the minutes passed, I found myself sitting there watching Emma open her fortune cookie full of bling-bling all the while secretly holding a pity party inside my head. The voices in my mind were screaming things along the line of: Awwww! Her ring is gorgeous, look at her blissfully screaming down the phone to Liv. I wonder when I get to do that? What the HELL is Carl waiting for?! We've been together 7 years for crying out loud. SEVEN YEARS!!! Emma didn't have to wait that long...I mean I know it's Hollywood here, but this is bullcrap. I've been with Carl longer than almost all of my friends back home have been with their partners and 80% of them are married already and expecting a baby! I'm gonna kill him. He won't ever get to propose because I'm gonna bury him in the back yard first. Cheeky bugger. SEVEN YEARS!!!!
At the time I didn't think anything of my future mother-in-laws weird behavior, but looking back know it's blatantly obvious she was up to something. About 30 minutes into the film I noticed she was glued to her phone, texting like a mad woman (Lynne is SO not a text crazy type of woman, people. In fact, she often ends up fuming at the phone as it hardly ever does as she want's it to). She got up and headed out of the living room, then came back again and hastily announced she had to go to the shops, but to continue the movie as she'd be back soon. And with that, Lynne headed down the stairs and out the front door... leaving me alone to contemplate my attack on Carl as Liv tried on her stunning Vera Wang wedding gown.
About an hour later, I could hear fast footsteps outside which were immediately followed by the opening of the front door, Lynne hurrying up the stairs and into the hallway where she excitedly announced the following: "Carl and Manda, how would you feel about going to Southport to stay at the Scarisbrick tonight? I've just been talking with little Anna, and she had 2 rooms booked for her and her family, but there's been a bit of a family problem so they're not able to go now. And it's too late for Anna to cancel the rooms, she's been charged for them already and doesn't want them to go to waste. She's invited us to go and stay there, would you be able to go? If you can we have to pack quickly. Garry said he'll take us! "
When we arrived at the hotel, we checked into Anna's pre-booked rooms (which at the time I noticed were under the name Anderson, but I'd assumed Anna had phoned up and had the names changed) and agree'd we'd meet at 6 o'clock for cocktails before our dinner reservations at 7:30. As it was only 2:30 when we arrived, Carl and I had the rest of the afternoon to relax in our room and prepare for the evening. We lazed on the bed with the tv on in the background. After seeing my Facebook status announcing my excitement at a last minute weekend away, my good friend Ciara sent me excited texts as she was convinced Carl had brought me to the hotel in order to propose. Although I paused for a moment and the thought "Holy Crap! Maybe she's right!" ran through my mind, I immediately snapped out of it, reminded myself that the only reason we were there was because poor Anna was having family problems, and quickly shot down any hope of getting engaged. I sent Ciara a txt back convincing her she was mistaken, and dragged myself off the comfy king size bed in order to begin the beautification process for cocktails and dinner. As we'd left last minute and I hadn't packed a fancy dress to wear, I decided I'd need to spiff myself up with some good hair and glamorous make-up so took a seat at the vanity mirror and began primping. It was at this point in the evening that I noticed Carl seemed to be slightly irritated by my girly regiment...
Carl: "Why don't you go get ready in the bathroom?"
Me: "Because I don't want to. I can sit on the bench here and do my make up and hair."
Carl: "Well, can't you do your hair and make-up in the bathroom too?"
Me: "Umm...no. There's no plug in for my hair straightener in the bathroom and I need a mirror to see my hair when I do it otherwise I'll burn my ears. Plus, I can sit if I do it here, and the floor in there is freezing. Why are you so obsessed with me going in the bathroom? Are you trying to gross me out because you've farted in there or something? Because that's gross, not funny."
Carl: No! Urgh. Right, well I'm going into Mum's room to help with Dad's phone. It's having problems.
At that Carl headed out the door and over one room to his parents. During the good 5 minutes he was gone I had finished caking on my dramatic glamorous make-up, and was in the process of letting my mascara dry when I heard our door open again. This time when I looked up in the mirror I noticed Carl was walking towards me with a big sparkly silver box and a grin on his face. Being the putz that I am, I still hadn't cottoned on to the fact that this was the moment I'd been waiting so long for. Instead, I turned around and excitedly said "Ooooh what's this?!"Carl handed me the box and said "just open it." As I lifted the cover and dug through the purple shredded tissue paper I spotted a glimpse of the tiny red velvet box at the bottom. It was then that I began to shake and the tears gushed down my face. "Carl, what's this?" I said as I held the perfect little box in my hand. Shaking uncontrollably, I opened it and saw through cloudy tear-filled eyes the very same gorgeous princess cut diamond ring I had ooh'd and aaah'd over in the jewellers window just 3 months before. After bawling for a good 2 minutes with my face in my hands (at this point looking like a drag queen caught in a rain storm...you should have SEEN my make-up!) I laughed and said "Baby, you have to ask me to marry you!" Sporting his adorable shy and slightly embarrassed facial expression that I love, Carl asked me if I would marry him, I yelled yes and we kissed. It was just at that moment we heard knocking at our door and Lynne came hurrying in the room with a big beautiful bouquet of flowers saying "Ooooh let me see! Let me see! I've had my ear up against the wall in our room the entire time trying to listen! Garry was playing a game on his bloody phone and I kept telling him to shhhh because I couldn't hear! Haha!" As I shared with my future mother and father-in-law my lovely engagement ring they shared with me their craftiness in helping make this happen. Little Anna and her family were, in fact, perfectly okay...and later that evening we would discover that they were staying in the same hotel on a different floor that very same night (seriously, what are the odds!?!?) Lynne had left me watching Bride Wars that afternoon in order to collect the ring from the jewellers for Carl, and the crafty lot had planned everything. I also learned that in being the stubborn turd that I am and by refusing to go into the bathroom to do my make-up, I had ruined Carl's plan to be on his knee with my bouquet of flowers and ring when I came out (hence his irritation. Hahaha!)
I'm slightly embarrassed to admit that the older I get, the more I develop OCD... and even now...a daunting 37(ish) months to go...I feel the need to get organized and bust out my wedding file. No, I haven't made that up. There really is a wedding file. There have been countless girlfriends and family members who have compared me to Monica on F.R.I.E.N.D.S lately, and I'm beginning to worry as I see the resemblance myself. It's seriously uncanny. About 5 months ago, when I was not even yet engaged, I put together "The Wedding Book." I sat down with Bride Wars on in the background sectioning off purple and gold embellished page dividers titled "The Dress, The Venue, Bridesmaids, Flowers, Photography" etc. The delusional weirdo that I am must have looked like a little kid in a candy shop with my bridal magazines engulfing the bed as I clipped out floral arrangements and wedding gowns. (Please tell me there are others out there who've gone as overboard as I did...even before they were engaged? haha! Should I be worried? Do I need to seek professional help? Yep. I probably do.) And even then as I sat with a naked ring finger in my fairyland obsession with weddings, my Carl was supportive and would tell me I'm cute. What an absolute keeper!
We're not getting married for another 3 years (due to relocating from England back to my little Vermont town) but I'm so excited to find inspiration in my surroundings and begin turning those day dreams of a beautiful wedding into a reality. I've read articles and blogs where brides said the beginning point of their planning process was when they first saw that perfect pair of shoes that inspired everything from there on out...or a beautiful venue that they knew was the one as soon as they set foot inside... Well, I can honestly say that due to our circumstances I've yet to have such an experience and I'm pretty sure I wont be that lucky. I know the wedding is still MILES away, but Mom is wise and she's encouraged me to enjoy this experience I've been dreaming of and soak up every second of it. I'm so unbelievably excited, happy and thankful. Here's to our dream wedding, here's to celebrating our love, here's to Mr. and Mrs. Anderson. Hurry up 2013, I'm already sick of waiting.
So this post is to you, Carl, my handsome hubby, as a thank-you for loving me like you do. I'm so glad you popped the question 2 years ago today, because had you not I wouldn't be as happy as I am now.
Your Bean Bean xoxoxox