All of these wedding plans and conversations took place before any question was ever asked or any answer given. In fact, The Ring was chosen before The Proposal.
My boyfriend, who was not my fiance yet, said, "If I were engaged to you, I would want you to wear a ring so people would know you are taken. Do you want to look at rings?"
Come on. Did he really not know that women are always looking at engagement rings? I have been looking at rings for DECADES! In fact, I already had my dream ring picked out, a bezel-set ring that was not one of your average run-of-the-mill-sticky-uppy prong numbers, so I emailed the link to him. He loved it, too. He said it looked high-tech, like something from Star Trek, tee hee. We love Star Trek. So we ordered the ring. In platinum--because that felt more solid, more permanent, more TAKEN.
And when the ring came, there was an inscription engraved inside it, a quote that was very special to us both. It said:
"Live long and prosper."
The question is, do we postpone the wedding until the coffers are full again, or do we take my little mother's advice and just elope?
Now it was official, and even though I had already picked out a ring and a honeymoon destination and bridesmaids' dresses, I didn't have a thing to wear. I just wanted something casual and informal, but long and white and WITH SLEEVES, so I searched the Internet for a "wedding dress with sleeves." NONE. They were all strapless.
We were in Dallas on a date at the swanky French Room and my boyfriend wanted to show me something at a high-rise downtown a few blocks away. But it was raining. And I had on uncomfortable high heels. And I was tired. But I was a good sport and I went.
What he showed me was Fountain Place, a tree-lined water garden surrounding a shiny blue-glass skyscraper in the middle of the city. I thought, OK, that was pretty much worth the walk in uncomfortable high heels. And then he asked me to marry him! Totally worth the walk!
But then again we fly everybody else including US up there?
