“Tracking information for order 10222015…”
It was an email that was left open on our computer screen. It was the tracking information to a giant peachy-pink sapphire I had commented on with all the heart-eyes some months beforehand. It was his one fatal flaw. He had even shipped it to a friend so I wouldn’t intercept the delivery.
“HOLY SH*T!” I screamed inside my head, “he is going to put a ring on it in the next 5-7 business days”.
I made all the efforts of a girl who makes this discovery; I called all my friends to tell them I was engaged, and I got my nails done. Days turned into weeks, my manicure was a bust and I slowly stopped expecting the proposal every time I turned a corner. It was then that I walked into our Austin apartment to find the place spilling with flowers, candles, and love notes we’d left each other leading up to that moment. Our cute little dog, a velvet box, and my bearded bestie on one knee. Swoon.
Almost immediately, we felt the intimacy of what was happening. We didn’t go wide with the news wanting to keep this just “ours” for as long as we could stand it. We knew, both having worked in the wedding industry, that once the proposal goes viral your future plans become public domain for everyone to come out of the woodwork and start offering their unsolicited advice, as they slowly begin plotting your wedding.
We were in no rush. We took our time and thought about what our commitment to one another would look like. Would we throw a party in our new home in Texas? Would we return to our childhood homes in Colorado? Would we cut a cake in front of everyone and smush it in one another's face [see: never]?
Nothing felt right and it all started to just feel like a big inconvenience to us and our time, finances, and lifestyle. When we considered exchanging vows in front of a crowd it made my stomach turn. It was starting to feel like something that was happening to us, rather than something we genuinely wanted. We would have been happy to stay engaged forever!
It was that easy once we landed there. It was like everything clicked into place. We were there, in that sweet spot and we felt the excitement you’re supposed to feel. We were basically still riding our fresh engagement high and then we were instantly planning our honeymoon. We just cut out all the excess middle parts.
That’s the magic that becomes so easy to lose sight of. That this whole wedding thing is totally as customizable as you make it. You don’t have to do any of the things you see plastered all over social media. You don’t have to drink from a penis straw, or wear a ballgown. You get to pick and choose from a love party buffet! Take as little or as much as you like and toss it in a glitter-laced martini shaker! But always stick to your guns - this is your love story and it’s as unique as you.