Last night I was poking fun at Mike and asking him how he was feeling a year ago, the day before we left for
Him: “How would you feel after hiding a diamond ring for two weeks all while planning on asking someone the most important question ever?”
Me: “But I had no clue! And you knew I would say yes!”
Him: “You never know.”
All day today I’ve been stopping and thinking to myself “A year ago today I was…” and trying to remember what I was doing at that exact moment last year. When I woke up this morning I thought about how grumpy I was because our flight was so early, and how excited Mike was and how he kept asking me “Aren’t you excited?!” I could barely muster a sleepy smile. If I had known I was getting a huge diamond that day, I would have given that grin a second chance.
In retrospect, Mike really was uber-cool. I seriously had no clue; I never noticed him obsessively checking his pockets, or how he panicked when I asked if I could look for a pen in his backpack while waiting in the airport. He even had the misfortune of one of our friends working as the person who X-rays your bags when you go through security—she texted me right after we went through the line to wish us a happy trip and he casually asked what she wanted. He later told me he was about to have a heart attack because he thought she saw the ring in his bag and was texting me to spill the beans.
The whole flight to
We got to our hotel and I pulled out the brand new camera which Mike has been SO insistent about buying for the trip (another clue I didn’t catch) and started to snap some shots. Three pictures and CRASH. Brand new camera, on the floor, broken.
(Picture literally taken right before I dropped the camera)
As I – and everyone else in line- looked on horrified at what I had just done, he kept telling me “It’s ok; there are more important things.” If only I had known!
A year ago today we were climbing onto the Disney Express and heading toward the Magic Kingdom. I wanted to hit up Buzz Lightyear--we had been talking about it for months! Mike pointed out some nice roses and insisted we walk through the gardens toward a wishing well.
"I've heard nice things about this spot!" I followed, clueless.
It was a nice spot. One I will always remember.
One year! I can't believe a year has gone by since I looked at Mike in disbelief, laughed and said "Are you serious?" about 29 times in a row. Of course I said yes--I just had to get over the shock. Try explaining that to someone who has been kneeling for 2 minutes in front of a crowd of spectators. Mike tells me it's not so much fun.
As if that wasn't enough, we immediately went on the Haunted Mansion ride right after--that boy really knows the way to my heart:
And eventually, I got my ride with Buzz:
One year ago today I said "yes" and in 60 days we'll both say "I do!"
Oh and P.S. - I highly recommend getting engaged in Disneyworld. It's pretty awesome.