My engagement story....
For the people that don't like this sort of mushy stuff...
I understand...I used to be that way...
but its being posted anyways...
Im happy and Ive had enough requests to tell the story that I will post it once and direct people to it rather than retelling it a 1000 times (although I could...lol)
and b/c Im very bad with HTML I'm using the cute for the pics so its doesn't take up too much space...
but its being posted and if ya don't like it scroll away from this...NOW
He had been twitchy all semester, but I wrote it off to all the stress. I overdid it (an I admit it) and I was not as observant as I usually was. He ha mentioned, early in the semester, that he wanted to take me out for a few days before I went home for Christmas to my family in Penn. I thought it was a good idea, becuase it would be a nice way to destrees between finals and the stress of Family. So we got through the semester all right, even through we had at least one major fight, and he would randomly bring up the trip and how excited he was about it, he always wanted my opinion about something. I was excited that by then the sressful semester would be over and we woul final get some real alone time.
So day of the trip, I got off of work at 8am and realised I hadn't packed anything for Penn or the weekend trip yet...but I quickly manged to get all the clothes and presents (we said we would do our Christmas that weekend) and he finally showed up with all his "stuff" and we left (later than we wanted) for the hotel on the beach in St. Augustine.
We get there and it is a totally cute little, spanish-looking inn, they even brought you breakfast in the morning. Pertty garden almost outside the door and teh beach a 30 walk down a path away. But becuase we were running a bit late, we only had a little time to admire the view and grab a bite of the rich chocolate he suprised me with, but I wasn't allwed in the trunk, I figured my gift was in there, so I didn't make a big deal out of it. We both changed for dinner (I had the most amazing black dress and he had black pants an a red button up shirt I just love on him) and headed off to the restaurant.
When we got there he left his jacket in the car, though I was already freezing. We were at someplace I thing was called the pavillion (or something like that) and was a house turned in to and elegant little restaurant. It was best of St. Augustine 2005 from what I understand. We sat on when would have been the porch, but it was walled in. It was pricey, but delious. I had this seafood pasta with scallops and shrimp and grouper, which was, oddly enough, the cheapest thing on the menu. I think Chris ha some kind of of porkchop thing. Even the salads were of a much higher quality then Im used to. But the portions were so big, I took a lot of it home. They wrapped it up in a aluminum foil swan instead of boxing it. Chris was still twitchy, but I figured he was just excited things were going so well.
After dinner he REALLY wanted to walk on the beach. But I insisted that I needed to changed out of the dress and into something better suited for that. We ended up in the room a while though sharing more choclate and he even brought out a whole kit for mixing Coffe martinis (which are OMG good)which I hoped would relax him, but, alas, not. So we went out to the beach in the dark, bringing along his flashlight to suppliment the bright moon and he finally took his jacket at my insitence.
The tide was waaaay out and you could see so many many stars. I ran ahead looking for shells and was astouded by the variety and beauty of them. I found whole shells everywhere, star fish and sand dollars and whole conch shells. I had never seen one before, outside tourist shops. So I went a bit crazy trying to find teh best shells and Chris was trying to keep up and call me back. He said something about exchangeing Chistmas gifts, but I said, no, mine were back in the inn and continued looking. But he really was insistent and I finally came back to him. After some convincing he even got me to put the shells down so I could hold the present. I dragged him away from the oncoming waves, but we were still in wet sand.
From his jacket he produced a stuffed brown and white hamster. It was a bit bigger than my hand held vertically and looked like it was standing on its back legs. I began to say how cute it was and thank him (thinking he got it as a promise to get me a real on later when he could or something), but he told me to squeeze it, so I figured it, like, squeaked or danced or something. Instead, Chris' voice came from it and said "Jess I love you. Will you marry me?" With that he produced a small, white bix from his jacket, got down on one knee in the wet sand, and showed me the most beautiful ring I had ever seen. I was shocked and blushed and covered my mouth an stated asking dumb questions in rapid sucession. "I thought you wanted a long engagement...are you really okay with this..ect." So he grabed my hand, and looked at me and ask "so does that mean yes?" me"OMG YES...sorry? *blush*" He got up, put the ring on (fit perfectly) and we just stood there holding each other for a long time.
So that's all the good stuff,
the next day we spent thw whole day playing tourist around St. Augustine and that Sunday we parted at the airport. I cannot wait to see him!!
writing this make me so happy...
Oh and here are some pics...
if you have anymore questions...Im alwasy happy to talk about it...
view from the inn
Top veiw of ring
Side view of ring
Us the day after
Pretty Leftovers
Thanks for listening
I understand...I used to be that way...
but its being posted anyways...
Im happy and Ive had enough requests to tell the story that I will post it once and direct people to it rather than retelling it a 1000 times (although I could...lol)
and b/c Im very bad with HTML I'm using the cute for the pics so its doesn't take up too much space...
but its being posted and if ya don't like it scroll away from this...NOW
He had been twitchy all semester, but I wrote it off to all the stress. I overdid it (an I admit it) and I was not as observant as I usually was. He ha mentioned, early in the semester, that he wanted to take me out for a few days before I went home for Christmas to my family in Penn. I thought it was a good idea, becuase it would be a nice way to destrees between finals and the stress of Family. So we got through the semester all right, even through we had at least one major fight, and he would randomly bring up the trip and how excited he was about it, he always wanted my opinion about something. I was excited that by then the sressful semester would be over and we woul final get some real alone time.
So day of the trip, I got off of work at 8am and realised I hadn't packed anything for Penn or the weekend trip yet...but I quickly manged to get all the clothes and presents (we said we would do our Christmas that weekend) and he finally showed up with all his "stuff" and we left (later than we wanted) for the hotel on the beach in St. Augustine.
We get there and it is a totally cute little, spanish-looking inn, they even brought you breakfast in the morning. Pertty garden almost outside the door and teh beach a 30 walk down a path away. But becuase we were running a bit late, we only had a little time to admire the view and grab a bite of the rich chocolate he suprised me with, but I wasn't allwed in the trunk, I figured my gift was in there, so I didn't make a big deal out of it. We both changed for dinner (I had the most amazing black dress and he had black pants an a red button up shirt I just love on him) and headed off to the restaurant.
When we got there he left his jacket in the car, though I was already freezing. We were at someplace I thing was called the pavillion (or something like that) and was a house turned in to and elegant little restaurant. It was best of St. Augustine 2005 from what I understand. We sat on when would have been the porch, but it was walled in. It was pricey, but delious. I had this seafood pasta with scallops and shrimp and grouper, which was, oddly enough, the cheapest thing on the menu. I think Chris ha some kind of of porkchop thing. Even the salads were of a much higher quality then Im used to. But the portions were so big, I took a lot of it home. They wrapped it up in a aluminum foil swan instead of boxing it. Chris was still twitchy, but I figured he was just excited things were going so well.
After dinner he REALLY wanted to walk on the beach. But I insisted that I needed to changed out of the dress and into something better suited for that. We ended up in the room a while though sharing more choclate and he even brought out a whole kit for mixing Coffe martinis (which are OMG good)which I hoped would relax him, but, alas, not. So we went out to the beach in the dark, bringing along his flashlight to suppliment the bright moon and he finally took his jacket at my insitence.
The tide was waaaay out and you could see so many many stars. I ran ahead looking for shells and was astouded by the variety and beauty of them. I found whole shells everywhere, star fish and sand dollars and whole conch shells. I had never seen one before, outside tourist shops. So I went a bit crazy trying to find teh best shells and Chris was trying to keep up and call me back. He said something about exchangeing Chistmas gifts, but I said, no, mine were back in the inn and continued looking. But he really was insistent and I finally came back to him. After some convincing he even got me to put the shells down so I could hold the present. I dragged him away from the oncoming waves, but we were still in wet sand.
From his jacket he produced a stuffed brown and white hamster. It was a bit bigger than my hand held vertically and looked like it was standing on its back legs. I began to say how cute it was and thank him (thinking he got it as a promise to get me a real on later when he could or something), but he told me to squeeze it, so I figured it, like, squeaked or danced or something. Instead, Chris' voice came from it and said "Jess I love you. Will you marry me?" With that he produced a small, white bix from his jacket, got down on one knee in the wet sand, and showed me the most beautiful ring I had ever seen. I was shocked and blushed and covered my mouth an stated asking dumb questions in rapid sucession. "I thought you wanted a long engagement...are you really okay with this..ect." So he grabed my hand, and looked at me and ask "so does that mean yes?" me"OMG YES...sorry? *blush*" He got up, put the ring on (fit perfectly) and we just stood there holding each other for a long time.
So that's all the good stuff,
the next day we spent thw whole day playing tourist around St. Augustine and that Sunday we parted at the airport. I cannot wait to see him!!
writing this make me so happy...
Oh and here are some pics...
if you have anymore questions...Im alwasy happy to talk about it...
view from the inn
Top veiw of ring
Side view of ring
Us the day after
Pretty Leftovers
Thanks for listening