Procrastinating yet again, I thought I would post a little and update my blog to reflect my mood. I am getting antsy for spring and getting my wedding plans underway, so I thought I might change my colours a bit. Pink and green. Always a good, fresh choice.

I know I've been scant with details surrounding Paul's and my engagement, so here, for the first time in print, are some of the juicy highlights (Sorry it took me so long Kar).

The day that Paul proposed, I was sick sick sick. He had taken the day off while I went to school for a presentation. I was so dizzy and nauseous that I called Paul in the afternoon to pick me up and take me home. Now, on this fine day, February 13th, 2007, I would typically have been at school until 7pm. Paul knew this well, and had cleverly factored it in to his plans. Leave it up to me to be sick and interfere with the grand scheme.

When I came home, I almost immediately went to bed in an attempt to shake my illness. Once I awoke, some four hours later, I could smell that Paul was up to something in the kitchen.
In the kitchen, I found that Paul had bought me flowers, and had placed them in my favorite vase on the table. He was working away on dinner, and told me to just sit and relax while he prepared his romantic feast. For starters, Paul served lime sorbet champagne cocktails, topped with fresh mint. So fancy; so delicious. For dinner, Paul made a succulent t-bone steak with baked gruyere potatoes and a mixed green salad with homemade vinaigrette. He had also planned dessert to be rum bananas "en flambe" over hagen das vanilla ice cream, but we were so stuffed that we saved it for the next day.

During dinner, Paul wished me a happy Valentine's day, which was a day early, but still well received and appreciated. I assumed that the dinner was his gift, so once it was over I went to the couch to watch a movie (When a Man Loves a Woman appropriately enough). Paul came over and said he wasn't finished yet, and that he still had a card for me:)

The card was beautiful, saying all the right things. I remember being pretty impressed with the card selection. It started by saying something like" when we first met I wasn't looking for love, but I found a friend in you, and we fell in love and yadda yadda..." ( is it bad that I just yadda yadda'ed my engagement card?)
On the inside, Paul added a personal note, along the same lines, and at the bottom he said:
"I have an important question to ask you... Will you be my valentine?"
I smiled and said of course, and continued to read:
"Actually, I have a more important question to ask you...."
At which point I had to open a flap inside the card where it read:
"Will you be my wife? Love Paul "

I bawled. He got down on his knees and took the ring from his front pocket. While I bawled, I think I heard him ask me again, "will you marry me?" at which point I said of course, and wrapped my arms around his neck.
We cried a little together, and admired the ring that was now on my finger.
It was such a surreal moment, filled with excitement, joy, and relief. (Paul was nervous...so cute).
Since that night, exactly 4.5 years since our first date, I've been consumed with the fact that we are finally getting married. Even to see the ring on my finger now, still catches me off guard, and I have to stop and let it sink in again.

So there it is, for all those who have been waiting!
I promise not too get too sappy and consumed with weddings over the next year:)

PS. I am in love with the ring, and the fact that Paul picked it out all on his own. You did well my love. You did well.