So, let me tell you about my week.
First the ice maker broke. I love a delicious ice cold glass of water, so that was pretty bad news. And then the dryer broke. I love not having to hang all my clothes out to dry, so that was pretty bad news too.
Other than that, it was another uneventful week. I did mom things and made sure the child was fed and kept clean-ish. I picked up toys and put them away, only to have them spread around the house 2 minutes later. I made a lot of macaroni and cheese. I said a lot of “Please, just go to sleep” and “Please don’t hit the dog” and “Please get down from there.”
And then there was Valentine’s Day. Now, we don’t really do Valentine’s Day. We might give cards and some candy, but we don’t go out. This year though, Ryan planned a night out for us. He made reservations and got a babysitter and told me when to be ready. What a nice guy, right?
I’ll tell you, we’ve only been out alone a handful of times since Wyatt was born, so it was pretty special to get to go out on Valentine’s Day. We ate Greek food, and drank champagne (It came with the dinner, we’re not actually that fancy on purpose), and at the end of dinner he slid a ring across the table and asked me to marry him.
**update** I finally got my act together and took a proper picture of the ring. You guys, it’s really lovely. A little bit different, and not too flashy. Just what I wanted.
Now, I know a few of you are all like, um, you guys aren’t married? Nope, we aren’t. We’ve discussed it a lot. We talk about how making our family “official” would be nice. We’ve entertained the idea of just going down to the courthouse and getting it over with. I mean, we basically live like we’re married already, so why not just do it?
But somewhere between him moving to Indiana and starting our life together and having a baby and moving away from all our friends and family, getting married has just always been on the back burner. A someday kind of thing.
So for him to do this, to get a ring and officially ask, it means the world. He gave me such a special moment that I thought I was going to miss out on. I love him for that. And I am so happy that in the very near future I get to call him my husband.
So now, all my married friends, I’m requesting your best wedding-planning tips. Because Trish and her Type-A personality are freaking a little bit. Annnnnd GO!