New house + new fiancé

Wednesday we signed the papers for our house, signed over our entire savings account (I haven't had such a small amount in my savings since I was 7) and then on Friday got the keys to our new house.

We got to OUR house a little bit after work, the realtor handed the keys to us, gave us a small bottle of champagne and said, "okay, I'll leave you alone in your house for a little while." Standing in our living room, in front our our fireplace, Chris said he had a small house-warming present for me and told me to close my eyes. Silly me thought it would be chocolate or something (I even opened my mouth!) Imagine my surprise when I opened my eyes to see this dazzling, perfect platinum & diamonds ring in front of me!

So this probably doesn't come as THAT big of a surprise to most of you (we did just buy a house after all and it is harder to get out of a mortgage than a marriage) but still I was surprised. And happy. And excited. We actually went to look at rings earlier that very same week so he could get an idea of what sort of things I like, don't like, costs, process, etc. The key point for this story is that the jeweler we decided on does everything custom and it generally takes a few weeks to design, mold, cast, set, polish, etc. I thought the proposal would come spring-time-ish. Chris, however, had a different plan. That afternoon he gave the jeweler a call, laid out what he wanted and somehow it happened in just over three days.

Our realtor was even in on it. She sent us an email saying that she was so sorry but there had been a miscommunication and she wasn't going to be able to get the keys until 5:45 so would we possibly be able to meet her at 6 instead of 5:30. Turns out she and Chris had colluded. Chris had to run by the jewelers before coming home. He got there at 5pm, just as the ring was getting its final polishing, was home 5:30ish and we got to our house (ring and all, little did I know) about 6:00.

So yes, my Christopher asked me to marry him and YES is what I said.

After some kissing and jumping around we then hoped in the car to head to our tequila party, originally organized as a "yay! we bought a house" get together at a swanky new tequila bar that turned into something much bigger. My aunt cried when I showed her my hand. She may have had a small aneurysm too. Hard to tell. Needless to say that between the house, the imminent move, the ring, the lost reservation for 15, the swarms of people at the bar and a teeny bit of tequila (or more than a teeny bit) I was allllllllll a fluster Friday night. A fluster in a good way.

So, yup my Christopher will OFFICIALLY be mine and only mine at some point this summer.

Yay!!