Once upon a time…

03 Dec Once upon a time…

It’s hard to believe it was a year ago that Chris and I were finally able to start planning and dreaming (aloud anyway, because let’s be honest I’d been planning for year) about our wedding.  It was a year ago that we returned from Christmas with Wartburg and he had my roommate light a bunch of candles in our apartment and leave (fire hazard?)It’s amazing how many times in the course of his proposing and preparing to propose I got in the way.  From me begging to let him go with me and his mom to get “chinese food” (they actually went to drop the ring off the the jewelry store) to me almost beginning to cry because he said he wanted to go to Waverly first before going to see my parents a year ago.  From me calling my roommate and telling her to come meet us outside when she was in on the surprise and knew she couldn’t.  Everyone covered very well and I never even saw chris trying to jam a large wedding ring box into his pocket behind me as I greeted my roommate.

We walked into my apartment and I was amazed at all the candles and (fake) fire place that was lit along with the Christmas lights.  I immediately went to the bathroom. I was in there for what seemed like forever as I realized this might be the moment (I decided to brush my hair)

When I cam out Chris showed me a bottle of wine called a frog’s leap.  I didn’t understand it and it had to be explained to me (typical) When we were first dating and went on late walks, like puppies in love do, Chris had kicked a frog mid stride and killed it on the spot.  It was very dramatic and he’ll never live it down.  He told me that frog took a big leap.  I replied with a quip: “it was more like a small leap and a really big fall” which is when I turned around and found him on one knee.  Fist closed tight as he tried to awkwardly grab my hand.  He asked me to marry him and my response was.  Are you serious?   I thought he may have been joking as there was no ring.  I then realized he had it firmly clamped in his hand.  At this point I’m sure I said yes, but then we just kind of stood there.  Why was this not like in the movies.  Why was I not screaming or crying or jumping up and down?

Frog’s Leap

After more than an hour of roller coaster mood swings – pacing the floor, hyperventilating, lying down, sitting down, standing up, crying, laughing, being silent, talking –   we came to the realization that while I love chick flicks and all the ideas they’ve implanted in my head.  I simply am not in one.  It was a pretty simple reaction as that’s how we are.  After the shock it was unbelievably fun to tell you all the exciting news.

We are so thankful today, as we look back on that moment and all the hands that played roles in our relationship, for our friends and family.