When Sam asked me to marry him, that was my response to him. And I quote - "What the HELL!?!?!?!?!". I really had no clue that it was going to happen that day. Many people have been asking me to recount that day. So, to make it easier, I am putting it in my blog.
On Saturday, March 7, I had just gotten home from my 12 hour clinicals at Emory when my dad called. He asked if Sam and I would want to go to dinner on Sunday nite to Provino's. This is really not out of the ordinary because at least once a week, my dad comes over or I go to his house and these visits often revolve around food. I agreed that we would meet him at Provino's between 4:45 and 5 pm. I mozied on down the stairs and told Sam that my dad invited us to dinner and Sam started to huff and puff that Sunday is his only day off and yadda, yadda, yadda. He finally agreed to go. Meanwhile, he was the one who asked my dad to invite us out to dinner in the first place! On Sunday, Sam, his mother and myself piled into Sam's car and we headed to the restaurant. We sat down and ordered our food and the meal progressed as normal with Sam eating way too many garlic rolls - so many, that you can usually smell the garlic seeping out of his pores a month later. At the end of the meal, Sam said that he had to go to the bathroom. About 2 minutes after he got up, the waitstaff came over with an ice cream sundae and started singing Happy Birthday to me. Well, my birthday is in December, so I was beyond baffled. I assumed that it was my dad's doing because nothing makes him happier than embarrassing people in public whether or not there is a birthday to be celebrated! I just sat there with a puzzled look on my face while glaring at my dad. When they were done humiliating me by singing for my non-existent birthday, Sam popped out from around the corner and tapped me on the shoulder and said,"Hey" in a Kermit the Frog-ish voice. When I turned around, he got down on one knee and I just said,"What the HELL!?!?!?!?!". I put my head in my hands and proceeded to bawl my eyes out. The funny part is that all of Sam's friends asked if I was going to cry and he told them I wouldn't because I am not the crying type. He gave me a lovely little speech that I did not really hear a word of because I was sobbing and then he put the ring on my finger. I love it. It is beautiful. It is more than I could have ever dreamed of. Sam did such a great job planning and implementing that day. Can you tell that I am in nursing school with my planning and implementing vocabulary???? I will never ever forget the feeling that I had at that moment. Not many things are really a true, genuine surprise. I was shocked!
While I do love my ring, I love even more the person that gave it to me and what it means. Before I met Sam, I had several bad relationships that often left me feeling as though I would never find my other half. I fell in love with Sam before we even started dating. He treated me and spoke to me in a way that no one has ever done before. I kind of knew that he would make a great "other half" right from the beginning!
On to the wedding planning. We are thinking Fall 2010 in New York, perhaps. I spent a whopping 10 minutes online looking at a wedding website when I my head started to spin and I went in to full panic mode! There is so much stuff that goes into wedding planning! You have your date, the venue, the menu, the bride's dress, the wedding party's dresses, the colors, the invites, the save-the-dates, the thank you cards, the photographer, the dj, the favors, the shoes, the hair, the makeup, the underwear, the honeymoon. And most importantly, the money!!!! I am still waiting for the wedding fairy to come and drop off a filled out wedding planner and a stack of bridal magazines. She hasn't made it here yet. I wonder what's keeping her???
"I am like a falling star who has finally found her place next to another in a lovely constellation, where we will sparkle in the heavens forever." - Amy Tan