So, apparently I skipped over the “key part” of my last post. (Um, sorry? I guess I find it easier to gush about sightseeing and sushi than lifetime commitments.) I’m not really sure what to say! Was I surprised? Not entirely; he said he had a surprise for me, and we’d been talking a bit more about marriage in the last few months than usual.
We were about to settle into a nice spa bath to relax after the drive down; I was already in when he ducked back into the room, shutting the door behind him (that’s weird, I thought) and before I knew it there he was back in front of me, pulling out a ring.
Then we had a soak, wandered down Cuba St, and met up with the boys at the Macs Steamship bar where they hummed Here Comes The Bride as we approached.
What can I say? We’re both pretty down to earth people. I didn’t realise just how blase I was about the whole thing until I was asked “Did you cry?” (the thought never crossed my mind) by one of his mates’ girlfriends outside Te Papa (I’m not generally a fan of museums but Te Papa is a goodie. I particularly enjoyed the refugee stories project, the Brian Brake photography exhibition and the “Guess the Decade” game in the Kiwiana section.)
I’ve only told three people so far myself; thankfully the guys understand. Example: J took one look at us and said “Long engagement?” Dude gets it. Not so much the girls. For them, it’s more “so why even bother getting engaged now?”
Apparently we’re the only people in the world who see engagement as a commitment to have a wedding (eventually) rather than the impetus to start dress shopping and designing invites. ARGH. I think Red said it best a while ago something like “Ah, you see it as another step in your relationship, not a short sprint to marriage.” Precisely.
I refuse to make the announcement via updating my Facebook relationship status. Or by text. People are gonna hear when they see me, or via word of mouth. (I’m actually not sure when an appropriate time to do the Facebook thing will be. I’ll figure it out.) Uh, also, I have yet to tell my parents, which is probably the scariest part. Almost as scary as when I told them about getting my period.
And I haven’t even got around to any wedding talk, but I can assure you there will not be an avalanche of wedding posts anytime soon. More on that soonish…
And finally, nope, no obligatory ring photo. They all look basically the same, so we’ll skip all that, shall we? – even though this one doesn’t because it’s about 100 years old and was his grandmother’s. I have tiny fingers and the ring design means it can’t go down any more sizes, so we’ll have to figure something out on that front.