I Got Engaged!

So peeps, I don’t have a bf anymore.  I gots me a fiancé!  I’m hoping that most everyone has already heard the news and this isn’t the forum for you finding out, but this Thanksgiving we both had something extra special to be thankful for 😉

Now the proposal story:

For this we must go back to early in the summer.  I’m sure not many people are surprised to hear that the fiancé and I finally made this official, we have been together for over 5 and a half years, lived together for 4, we all knew this day was coming.  In fact, about a year ago we had already started talking about wedding plans.  Last summer we started talking very openly about plans, even going so far as to mention potential dates and locations for the eventual ceremony.

One night lying in bed, the fiancé and I started talking about when we were going to make everything official.  We were in a game of chicken, who was going to propose first.  We discussed why we felt we were waiting, what we expected of “the question” and ultimately came up at a loss.  Why weren’t we engaged yet?  Ultimately, I think it was because we were both still a little scared.  Getting down and actually asking someone to marry you is a nerve-wracking thing, and neither of us was able to get the courage together to pop the question.

At this point the fiancé made a realization.  “You know, we don’t have to have a proposal.  We can both just decide we want to get married now?  We are adults and can make that decision together.”  I rejected this notion with every fiber of my being.  It seemed the least romantic thing I could think of and was a clever way of getting out of the pressure of getting together a proposal.  (It would have been so classic him though if we had gone along with this 😉

He decided though that we had made up our minds to get married, I just wouldn’t call my family and tell them yet.  From this point things got a little out of hand.  Marriage talk became unrestricted.  Every friend we were with we would talk about the wedding, being engaged blah blah blah.

So one night I told the fiancé, I wanted us to cool the wedding talk for a bit.  I wasn’t comfortable with how lightly marriage was being discussed, and he didn’t like that talking about marriage in any way made me uncomfortable.  At this moment I accepted his offer.  We were officially getting married.

An awkward silence followed this moment, then the fiancé said, “This doesn’t feel real.” It didn’t feel real, because deep down both of us are hopeless romantics and we both wanted a proposal of some sort to happen.  So we agreed, no more talk about a wedding.  We needed this moment between the two of us and until that moment came wedding talk was off the table.

Now flash forward to a couple weeks ago.  There has been a lot going on in both of our lives, and as Thanksgiving was coming up we both realized (rather late) that we hadn’t made any plans for Turkey day.  We both had the day off, but nothing else.  I contacted a few people to see where they were gonna be, but most everyone was already going their own way, so it was just the fiancé and me.  After everything that has happened in the last month we were both extremely glad to have a quiet day for the two of us, but I still wanted it to be special-so we started planning an extravagant Thanksgiving dinner.

Now bragging about the food.  We started with a cheese platter, then bacon wrapped scallops for appetizers.  Day before I made chocolate chip cookies and pumpkin bread pudding for dessert.  And the main course, we made broccoli Gruyere au gratin, mash potato soufflé, apple chutney, and asparagus with Parmesan crusting, and prime rib.

I sat the food down on our new dining table, and woke the fiancé up from his nap.  As we started eating he scolded me because I could barely even pick at my food.  I was so nervous I couldn’t get food into me until I had talked to him.

“Can I talk to you about something?” I am pretty sure my eyes were already misting.

He immediately said he needed to spit something out, got up and ran to the kitchen came back grabbed my hand and said, “Ok, go.”

I talked pretty plainly to him about us, how strong we are, how much I appreciate him and the rock he is to me.  These past few weeks I have been all over the place emotionally and he has been such a consummate support. (Now I got on one knee, holding his hand I started crying and about a second later he did too)

I talked about how when my grandfather passed away all I wanted in the moment was him to be with me, and as I saw this man’s life coming to an end he was in a room surrounded by his family who loved him so much.  All I want is for him to be with me at the end of it all, and I want us to spend the rest of our lives together as we continue to make our own family in this world.  And then I popped him the question.

He said yes!

I gave him such a big hug, pretty much completely fell apart in tears and then we both screamed and squealed!  Ps he got up to spit something out because he immediately knew “I’m about to get proposed to!  I can’t have gristle in my mouth when this happens!”

He had planned on asking me during dessert.

We were both so excited we immediately were like “Let’s call everybody!!!” We had still barely touched our food when we started calling our families.  The reactions were a funny mixture of excitement, lack of surprise, and exasperation over how long this took.  I was in such a daze that the next half hour is honestly a blur to me.  Immediately we started getting phone calls from a bunch of people, I completely lost track of who I’d talked to and how much time had passed.

Eventually we sat down and finished dinner (a lot happier and less nervous than at the start of dinner) cleaned up a bit and went to see Rise of the Guardians.  Walking back after the movie we were still just gushing!!!  I’m telling you I am so happy with this guy right now.  Perfect way to start the Christmas Season!

I will also say I am overwhelmed by the outpouring of facebook love we have gotten.  No seriously overwhelmed, I almost have anxiety.  I spend way too much time doing nothing on that website, and now every time I log in I have at least 25 notifications, and messages, and postings and likes.  It’s like a birthday on steroids.  It means so much that the fiancé and I have so much support and love coming at us from so many sides!

Yay gay marriage!

Now we have to plan a wedding.

 

Ah the old ball and chain.