The Randomness

Engagement still finds me ridiculously distracted by the glorious shiny beacon on the ring finger of my left hand. However, this amazing goodness has been absent for about 4 days now, and I have been in constant, “HUH, where’s my ring, oh my gosh, my ring…oh that’s right, it’s being resized” mode. Let me share with you the heart wrenching moment when ring left finger last Thursday.
I think my finger is smaller than it once was and the store where the band was purchased may also run a little large, so pretty much since the ring was slipped on my finger, it has been a little too large. I thought at first, wow, this is a comfy ring but when I went to show it to someone (quite often), the diamond would be on the inside of my hand. So…with that evidence coupled with the push of my fiancé, I made my way to the store where purchased to get it resized.
I was greeted by a swarm of smiley women all eager to be of service. I went with one and told her of my plight. I was whisked away to the rear of the store where a fairly intimidating woman stepped forth and demanded my ring…my ring! I felt violated as I slipped the ring off of my finger. She then proceeded to scan it with some diamond device and then she just laid it, oh so nonchalantly, on the counter. I got my new size and expected to wait for a few minutes and regain the ring. But, oh no, she slipped my baby into this little bag and said I could pick it up sometime on WEDNESDAY. Yes, almost a full week.
I pretty much sulked like a little girl on that long walk out of the diamond store. It reminded me of what it may feel like the first day your child starts school or if you let someone keep your pet or if you got stabbed in the chest with a sharp object. I regain my ring a day after tomorrow, though, and couldn't be more pleased. I just want what is rightfully mine, returned to me, in the proper size. Thank you.

Okay, so weekends are usually pleasant, some really good and then there are those rare weekends where something so phenomenal happens that they go down in the all-time best weekend ever (is that show still on?) category.
My fiance already blogged about this amazing weekend, and I thought I should tell you the story from the girl's side of things...

Most of you know how Will and Sarah came to be...so I am going to go right to this past weekend where it all went down. Will was in town to go with me to my friend, Anna's wedding. I was a bridesmaid and Will was the perfect and patient boyfriend throughout rehearsals, dinners, picture taking, etc.

It also happened to be my birthday weekend, so there were pressies (or presents) residing in Will's suitcase for me. There were gifts that he wanted to give me upon arrival Thursday night, and he mentioned that there was one he wanted to save. He called this gift a "birthday preview". He had ordered something online and it hadn't come in, but he was going to "preview" this for me.

Well, Saturday took us to an early lunch with my fabulous friend, Becky, and after that onto Lewis Ginter Botanical Garden where it all happened. Upon entering the garden, a map of the garden convinced Will that the treehouse would be the perfect spot for the preview. So, we walked around in the gorgeous weather snapping pictures and enjoying the atmosphere. After a bit we spotted the treehouse and started to make our way inside. It cleared out and Will suggested we get on with the preview...

The preview was on Will's mac. He began to tell me that he had created a photo album with captions that showcased our adventures so far over these last months. It started with music to accompany the slideshow. Seconds into it, this dude strolls up in the treehouse with his kid. Will starts to freak out a bit, and I suggest we finish it in this little alcove further down. As we made our way down, Will kept saying, "This never happened...we are starting fresh...we'll just start from the beginning" Mildly put, he was worried and trying to reassure himself that it was going to be okay.

The slideshow is over and Will states that there is a picture missing (there was a picture of the ring box at the end that was deleted). "I guess the real thing is better anyway", states Will, and he shuts the laptop. His opening line is, "How long have we known each other now...". A thought flashes through my mind; "this is not what I think it is, is it?". He then proceeds to the telling of the sweetest things on earth and I am feeling more affirmed that this could be happening. He gets a box out of his bag and proceeds to get on one knee..."oh, holy mother of pearl, he is proposing". He asks me to marry him, slips the ring on my finger and I am so stunned by this and this new gorgeous presence on my finger that I am unable to utter the yes that Will still on one knee was waiting for. I quickly respond with multiple yesses.

I learn after this that everyone knew; father, mother, brother, Becky, Will's family and friends...it was a perfectly planned surprise, and Will and I find ourselves engaged and planning a wedding/move. There you have it; my side of it. The smile hasn't left my face.