HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO ME

Today I have been married 4 glorious, long years. I've noticed that a lot of people tell all the reasons that they love their spouse on his/her actually just his birthday or anniversary. (because let's be real, most bloggers are mommies-and how many men actually express their love for the entire cyberworld to read?) So instead of telling you all of the reasons I love by big hunka hunka burning love, I thought I'd tell you our oh so funny engagement story. I apologize to those of you who have heard this story so if you don't want to read it, then stop wasting your time, hehe yeah right like you have anything better to do...I win...read on!


It was only 3 weeks until the big day and I was pretty sure that Peter finally had my ring! I'd been wearing a dollar store one because the decision to get married wasn't exactly a true proposal. Here's how it went.

Him: "So when are your mission papers going in?"

Me: "Well the mission doctor said I'm cleared, so tomorrow."

Him: "I don't think you should go. Girls shouldn't go on missions."

Me: "Well I'm not going to stay here just to hang out and see what happens."

Him: "Well I think if you stayed things could work out between us."


And that's it folks...things could work out between us. Not the most romantic proposal, but hey it worked, and I was hooked.


So here's what had preceded the week to his proposal. One night he told me he needed to go home early to "take care of some stuff." This meant to me: proposal prep. Then he told me he had a special date planned Friday night. Well folks, Friday night came and went with no "special date." So Saturday he promised he'd take me out to make up for not taking me out the night before. The day came and the day went and that night we had to head up to Salt Lake to pick up a birthday present for his dad. In the car, I was fuming! So what's a girl to do? I let him have it.

Me: "I thought you were going to propose tonight!"

Him: "Sorry."

Me: "Well you told me you had a special date planned and the other night you went home to take care of some stuff."

Him: "Um...well, I lied. I actually went home to play Playstation with my brother but I didn't want you to be mad."
At this point I was PISSED! "You lied to me so you could go play video games with your brother???" Little did I know that this was just the beginning of the lies and video games, but that's another blog.


So I sat there fuming and he suggested we go to dinner because I was so upset, to which I responded I was not hungry and did not want to go to dinner. Besides it was a good thing he wasn't proposing because then it would be one of those cheesy Temple Square proposals....


DUN DUN DUN--here's the foreshadowing where you can see what's coming.


So the entire way up to Salt Lake he tries to convince me to go to dinner. We park in the mall parking lot and walk around trying to find a place to eat. At every restaurant I tell him I'm not hungry. So finally we end back at the mall in the food court and eat Chick-fil-A...how romantic.


We buy his dad a present and then walk around the mall for a while. Then the sweetheart suggests we walk over to the Temple. NO...I have had it. I thought I was getting proposed to and I'm not and I'm tired. We can go to the Temple anytime...Just take me home! After he pleads with me...it's his favorite place in the whole world, I crumble. We sat at the temple grounds and talked for a long time--you know those cheesy romantic talks you have before you get married--when you fantasize about how perfect your life together is going to be.

As we were leaving he said he wanted to walk AROUND the temple. To which the crank in me came out again, but again I lost.


Him: "Hey there's something in the bushes!"

Me: "Who cares?"

To which he pulls out 6 count em 6 dozen roses and exclaims, "Where's the ring!"


He whips out his cell phone and calls his brother. His brother and VERY pregnant wife come wobbling out from behind a tree exclaiming "did you do it?" To which my dear soon to be spouse screams "Where's the ring?" Oh, it was on the roses, which were in the 8x8x8 foot bushes.

So we all get down on our hands and knees and search...and search...and search. After 30 minutes we give up. And then a messenger from God (who slightly resembles a vagabond) comes over and asks if he can help. Within seconds he has found my ring. Hallelujah!!!


So in a total fluster, Peter gets down on his knee and says "Will you marry me?" That was it, no I've been searching for you all my life and I can't imagine anyone more perfect to spend the rest of eternity with, to bear my children, to grow old and play with our grandchildren on our porch with." Nope, it was short and to the point. So of course I said yes and he put the ring on the wrong finger.


We went and got boba's (delicious) and got pulled over on the way home.


If you think this is bad, picture the tragedy that would have occurred if his original idea had worked. There was a duck pond that we used to frequent, and he had planned on tying my ring to a wild goose and releasing it at me during a romantic picnic. Thank goodness he couldn't catch the goose!