Picture yourself on Saturday October 24th 2009.
What were you doing this day?
I was getting the easiest pop quiz of my life.
Friday night I was tired. My mom, Amy, Blake and I had gone to Calgary that day to shop for wedding dresses/decorations (no, we were not engaged at this point. We also took engagement pictures before we were engaged. We did a lot of things backwards when it came to our nuptials.) We got home late and I was pooped so I went to bed, leaving Blakey alone with my parents.
Now, you must know that all through the day in Calgary there were some very sneaky and suspicious phone calls going around. Mostly to my dad who was at home in Raymond and to Blake's dad who was at home in Boise. I later came to find out that these were all about the buying/picking up of the ring at at-the-border storage in Shelby. Yes, I caught on but not quite to the subject matter. I thought they were all about the dress (the one I looooved was strapless and the modest version would have to be ordered in and we would have to come back to calgary to get it a week later).
I always bug Blake to do everything amazing imaginable. "Buy me flowers!" (One time he went to Wal-Mart at 3 in the morning to get some for me. What a darling.) "Give me a massage!" "Make me breakfast in bed!" Saturday morning I awoke to just this. A delicious collaboration of eggs, yogurt, bacon, OJ, and of course pancakes. He sat on my bed by me while I ate, I finished and said "you're so sweet!" and we embraced. If I remember right, he put the ring box under the pillow and left me to find it. (i will have to double check on that one cause I honestly can't remember.) and FIND IT I DID. It was the happiest, craziest feeling I had ever felt up to that point, knowing that I had found someone who loves me guts as much as I love his and that we were going to be together forever and look after each other and one day have a family together. I cried of course. and my Mom came running down the stairs and into my bedroom.
Jessica, what did you get?!
A RING!
A RIIIIING?!
We're getting married!
And of course more tears and hugging ensued, and it was the best day ever. Full of running around town telling Grandma and Grandpa, taking pictures, calling friends and family, finding out the real story of the ring which is this:
I had picked out about 45 different rings I reaaaally liked. The one I really liked (and still like) was about 300 dollars and real small and cute. apparently this was unacceptable to have such a small wedding ring.
So we looked on and on but just couldn't justify spending ALL our money on a ring. So we went to overstock.com and of course I found about 7 I loved on there. So Blake pretty much picked one and had it sent! My dad had to sneakily go pick it up at the border, but then they wouldn't let him across with it because he didn't have a receipt, so he had to call my mom who called Blake's dad and had the receipt faxed to the border, making my dad wait and wait and wait at the border only to beat us home by a nose.
Blake asked my dad that night if he could marry me. It went something like this...
Well, I have the ring so I guess you know what I'm going to ask. Can I marry your daughter?
And my mother told him to put the ring in the OJ and have me find it there. It would have been real good if I would have swallowed it eh?
I love Blake. I love the way he asked me, that it wasn't big and showy and that I didn't really see it coming (okay I kind of actually did). He is so sweet and simple and I could brag about him all day. I am the happiest girl.
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