My mother tells me that this is a form of paranoia and I shouldn't let myself think this way, but I can't help it.
I started writing this about two weeks ago, and it holds true that things are looking way too good right now.
This past weekend was the family trip to a popular vacation spot located in the western side of the state where I live. There is a ski resort and lots of places to rent beside a beautiful (and frozen over in the winter) lake.
BF rented a nice townhouse for us to stay in. It was even nicer in person than it was in the pictures on this rental ad. He said that we were going so the kids can go snow tubing, but I think the day before we left we discovered that there wasn't a hill meant for kids and my kids were too small for the adult hill. So there went that idea.
We went anyway, obviously. We dropped our stuff off at the rental house and then went out to eat and pick up some groceries for breakfast and lunch the next day. We got back and started the process of putting the kids to bed. While I was waiting for DS to fall asleep, BF ran back out to the store with the idea that we would have some adult beverages after the kids went to bed. I don't drink much, but that was fine with me. While he was gone, he called and was asking me about sparkling wine. Of all the things he wanted to buy, that was what he picked. I didn't know anything about wine, so I agreed to whatever he had found.
He got back and we put the other two kids to bed. He got the wine out of the freezer poured a glass for each of us and then said we should toast to something. Of course, he wanted me to pick what we would toast to and I was drawing one big huge blank. Do we toast to the snow tubing that we wouldn't get to do? Or our family trip? Toast to the frozen lake that we couldn't see because it was covered in snow?
Then he said something along the lines of, "Well, I knew this would happen...so I came with something to toast to" and he pulled out a cute little sterling silver box with a diamond ring inside. Then I think he said he wanted to toast to the rest of our lives together. I just sat there grinning like a goof ball and he says something about my not giving him an answer...to which I replied, "You never asked me a question!"
Oh, I sure know how to make a moment special.
He asked me to marry him after that, and I said yes.
Believe it or not, I didn't know it was coming. I had already decided that it wasn't going it happen because I just didn't see how it could. As far as I knew he still wanted/needed to talk to my parents about it and he said after the discovery of not being able to go tubing that he really didn't want to go anymore.
But he talked to my parents last Monday and we did still go.
The ring he gave me is...I don't know what it is. It's some kind of white metal with a round cut diamond of an unknown size with three little diamonds going down the band on both side of the big one. He said it's from the 40s or 50s. The posts around the center diamond make it looks like it's square cut. I haven't asked for any information about it because I don't care much about the ring, except he gave it to me and I do think it's beautiful and perfect.
He said the ring was already in my size when he bought it and he had to get the hinge on the box repaired and it just so happened to be ready the day before we were supposed to leave.
I've attached some pictures and I don't know where they'll show up. And I think I'll refer to BF as F (for fiancé...feels weird to say that) from now on and BFS will be FS.
I'll share more later. F should be here soon and I think we're going to decide on some basic wedding/marriage things. So exciting!
