OH MY GOODNESS, YOU GUYS. I have greatly anticipated this blog post! I am so excited, I almost don’t know what to say. But if you found out on my Instagram, the rumors are true – I. AM. ENGAGED. This is no prank, no test – it’s the truth and I am so blissfully happy!
*takes a deep breath*
I’m sure you all want to hear the juicy details, especially since most of you had no idea I was even in a relationship, right? So let me give y’all some backstory and tell you about the proposal, and then I’m planning to make a little blog series. 😀
Two days after Valentine’s day, Jonathan – a young, struggling entrepreneur, flew in from metropolitan Calgary, Alberta to a small New England town. And why? To meet the girl who would one day become his wife.
In our library hangs a picture. From 1970, a young man, the image of John F Kennedy, sits next to his young bride, a beauty in her wedding gown and bouffant hair. This iconic photographic in black and white perfectly captures young love and a simpler time.
She closed her eyes and took his hand as he led her through the woods. The snow crunched under their feet as they walked together, and the wind whistled through the trees. They stopped, and he let go of her hand. He told her she could open her eyes; and when she did, he was on one knee in front of her. And he had a ring.
It was seven years ago in January. I remember sitting in the audience, watching Rebecca and John being united for life. It was a momentous occasion – not only for them, but for me. It was the first wedding I’d ever been to. I don’t remember too much about their wedding because I was just a kid, and kids don’t notice the details, but I do remember one thing. They loved each other. And they were excited to be married, and I was excited for them. I remember them leaving the church, and, instead of throwing rice, everyone blew bubbles. I thought it was magical, but it was beautiful and special too.