Me and Patrick getting ready for bed after an awesome Halloween party.
Haha, I thought I’d posted about it. I think it was in passing, I’ve been super busy these past few weeks! Not only did I get engaged, I got a new job (I got the call for the interview the day after we got engaged), worked the last two weeks at my old one on top of working the new one and found out one of my best friends is pregnant with my future child (or at least I’ll be claiming it as my own—it’s mom is my soulmate, it’s fine).
I got engaged May 7 in Nashville at the Ingrid Michaelson concert at the Cannery Ballroom. She had just started playing her cover of “Can’t Help Falling in Love” when Patrick decided it was time. I had actually known he was going to propose and was pretty positive it would be on this trip unless he just couldn’t find a romantic moment to propose (I was super sick, though… and in a foul mood up until two hours before the concert when we went for a walk in Centennial Park in Nashville, so it’s pretty much a miracle he did). But I had suspected it, confronted him about it after a friend I’d confided in and him spent several hours talking after I had to go to work and he had joined us for the end of our lunch 15 minutes before I left. So then we had a big joke about “Maybe, maybe not” when I’d ask him if he was going to or not and “I’ve got to get a thing” being the way we talked about the ring. Actually, at one point I called him and asked what he was up to and he told me he was at Brusters getting icecream and I started doing a high pitched “Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh” and instead of saying he’d get me some instead he came clean that he was at the mall getting looking at “things”. His car broke down right before so that threw a wrench in our plans to go to Nashville but we rented a car and in the end I had to take him to the mall to actually pick up the ring. The lady at the store sized me (which was what Patrick and I had said we were going there for) and then we stood there for a minute looking at one another before I was like “Oh… Should I go look at Sephora or something?” and excused myself so Patrick could actually get the ring without me seeing it, haha.
But yeah, Ingrid Michaelson played “Can’t Help Falling In Love” and he proposed and I couldn’t see the ring at all (it’s sapphire and very pretty, though) but I said yes anyway. The girls behind us were freaking out and clapping and a lady in front of us turned around and snapped this pic:
After her song the girls behind us cheered and called to Ingrid we got engaged and she talked to us a bit and then dedicated “The Way I Am” to us (you can see a video of it here).
So yeah, it was very nice. We got back to the hotel, called my mom, called his mom and passed out…. haha. We want the wedding to be late March or early April of next year :)
Also, a couple pic ‘cause I haven’t spammed tumblr in awhile with one.
I’m pretty tan now (for me, who used to be just pasty white).
Part of me really misses being pale, but I love getting to swim and be out in the sun.
Also, Patrick got a haircut! Yay fiance! I can’t wait ‘til we get him product and I can get a photo of it in all it’s mohawk glory!
In other news, I hate the term “fiance” ‘cause I feel like a dick saying it. So from now on I will refer to him as “boyfriend” but we’ll all know he’s my future husband :)
I am so glad somebody posted this video, this is Ingrid upon finding out Patrick and I got engaged in the middle of her show and dedicating her song, The Way I Am, to us.
So, you guys, I just thought I’d share a pic of my engagment ring. It’s beautiful and I love it.
I had decided I didn’t want a diamond for various reasons, this is a beautiful sapphire… although I think the two little stones may be diamonds, I’m not actually sure. It’s apparently a “kite” setting, which I’d never heard of but I now love.
Patrick was such a trooper, I was very sick with a bad cold or something (I have a doctor’s appointment Thursday but the majority of the cold-symptoms have toned down a bit it seems) and I haven’t been totally well in over a month so I was in a pretty unpleasant mood a lot of the trip, or demanding or snappy. Even right up ‘til a few hours before the concert I was pouting until we took a walk in Centennial Park in Nashville (which is beautiful, fyi).
Anyway, they had a lot of wildlife with which to distract and entertain me. Especially the baby geese! After I informed Patrick they’re called goslings he and I agreed that we would call every single one “Ryan.”
So many, the lake I go to in Alabama has canadian geese but not one gosling. Lame.
Anyway, after that we went to the Ingrid Michaelson concert. I had already known Patrick would likely propose after I told a friend I suspected he might just because I felt like it would be a really good time for him to propose… Later he came and joined us and I left for work 15 minutes later then they talked for several hours and I was worried my secret had been revealed so I flat out asked him and he just said “Maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t” which has been our running gag. So by the end we called the ring “The thing” we were having to do/get/etc and I kept playing at trying to reach in his pockets to see it, but he at least insisted that the ring had to be a surprise. I pointed out to him “You know, you want the ring to be a surprise but I’m not going to be able to see it in a dark room a concert is going on in (because obviously the lighting mostly goes to the stage) so when he first proposed I told him “Yes, but I can’t see the ring.” and it took us a bit to get me lighting on it. If I’d been able to I might’ve freaked out more. Either way, we got a lot of attention from the people around us who made sure Ingrid Michaelson was informed of it as soon as the song was done (and if you’re curious, it’s her cover of Can’t Help Falling In Love).
Either way, it was amazing. I wonder if I would have liked it more as a surprise, if it could have even been a surprise completely due to my intuition, inquisitive nature, and Patrick’s inability to lie to me. Patrick thinks I would’ve passed out, I don’t think so… I’ve yet to pass out in my life. I think I would’ve been shaking and crying a lot, though… for sure. Instead when I realized he was going to do it I tried to grab him to keep him from getting on his knee (I thought that would be too embarrassing somehow) and so to the people around us it probably started out looking like a fight, haha. But I’m very happy and completely blessed to have found somebody as sweet and amazing to me as Patrick is. Seriously.
Beautiful couple at the state fair is beautiful.
‘Specially at the petting zoo with all the animals.
Me and Patrick are probably the most beautiful people you will ever see at the beach…
…That is, if you can look directly at Patrick’s pale body reflecting the sun.
I finally have a bit of a tan (maybe 2 shades darker, baby!), but usually I wear porcelain foundation so I guess I’m not much better.
I really like seeing photos of skinny guys with bigger girls, it always makes me smile.
I like that I can relate, it makes me feel normal.
I’ve only ever dated guys that were smaller than me and with my ex-fiance I had serious hangups about being so much bigger than him. Patrick is the tallest and also the skinniest guy I’ve been with but I think I’m most comfortable with him.
I got weighed at the doctor when I went for my chest infection (on my papers they just said I had a cold, but I swear I felt like shit!) and it was about 270 according to their scale. I looked at Patrick and asked if he said he weighed about 170 because if that was the case I weighed 100lbs more than him. He told me “That’s not a whole person.” and I said “It’s a very skinny one! My friend ____ is my height and about 105-115 depending on the month!”
I’m 5’7” so that’s extreme because I’m fat and she’s very skinny… but still.
I don’t mind our size together so much anymore. I’m mostly over the hangups, but for a long time I believed that if I was fat and my boyfriend was skinny we were doomed to failure because we “look wrong” together. Now I think how perfect we look together and it makes me smile.