So this September will be one year since I’ve been a Southern California resident. Sometimes I still feel like a fish out of water, but I have to remind myself that the dorky half, being a Michigander, is going through the same regenesis that I am. Granted, we got a little more than what we bargained for so soon[1. Was not expecting to have kids for another year], but we’re surviving. Sometimes, but I chalk this up to being 8 months pregnant and currently fighting cold #4, I get all snippy and guess who feels the brunt of it?
Well anyways, last Friday was our 2-year anniversary. And for those who have jumped ship with me remembers this post, it’s been a year since our engagement. We agreed that we weren’t gonna put too much emphasis on the whole ring thing. We didn’t need one to prove the engagement; just our presence around each other was just enough. This year, since we were together for our anniversary instead of miles away in two different states, the dorky half wanted to do something special. So we went out to eat (clam strips ftw–the only time I can really have seafood without him saying “ew”)…twice on two different days. And he got me Pokemon White. Go ahead and laugh at that. We’re both dorks; I’ve never tried to hide that fact. But the last piece of the puzzle didn’t come into play until yesterday.
He got a package and we’re like “what the hell? He never gets packages”.[2. Not necessarily true; we’ve been getting our share of packages because of Rydia’s impending arrival] He slept in (as usual), and I told him “by the way, you have a package”. He jumped out of bed so fast.
When he came back, he said “Oh, that wasn’t mine.” Puzzled, I saw him with a ring box in his hand.
I opened it up and I saw this.
I gave him the world’s biggest hug and I swear I never let go of him for 5 minutes. I think the only reason why I ended up letting go was because I had to piss like a racehorse.
Now for those who are wondering about the actual date of the wedding, we haven’t given much thought about that yet, and it’s going to be a while before we do. But I’m not one of those girls who want a date to be set right this minute. There are other pressing matters at hand.
Hm…city girl wins finally.