Today marks the 2 year anniversary of when Preston proposed to me, so I thought it would be fun to tell everyone the story :)
Ok a little back story is that Preston and I had dated for 4 years(yes I said 4). I had obviously been waiting a LONG time :) Preston actually asked my dad for permission on Christmas day but didn't have a ring for me yet but we started planning anyways. We also had booked a cruise with 30 friends to go to Mexico over Valentines week 6 months in advanced.
Which leads me up to the story.....OK so by the time we went on our cruise the whole wedding was planned, I mean it the dress was bought the place booked, everything but one thing........the
ring! So here I was like 2 days before our cruise asking Preston were the heck my ring was because we needed our engagements taken (I wanted the ring for that) anyways he told me it still wasn't made yet (insert bridezilla here) and that we would get it when we got back which meant we would have oh like 3 seconds to take the pictures in order to get the announcements out in time. Fast forward to the cruise....the second day aboard it was just a day at sea so we decided to go "sun" ourselves in the beautiful Mexico sun! As Seen here:
So after spending several hours out on the deck getting all sunned up we went in to find our friends and find out when they wanted to meet for dinner( which happened to be the fancy dress up dinner on the cruise). I was thinking I would have
PLENTY of time to beautify myself for the big meal. WRONG DEAD WRONG!!! When we found our friends they were all already dressed up in their gowns and suits waiting for us!!! (Insert me DIEING right here) and here we were gross and sweaty from being out on the deck of a freaking ship all day! So his friends gave us oh a generous 30 minutes to get ready and meet them down in the dinning room.....30 minutes!!! seriously!!! anyone who knows me knows I am not a 30 minute kind of girl ESPECIALLY to get into a formal
gown!!! So lets just say the inner diva, bridezilla, crazed maniac came out in me, things were thrown(hair dryer), tears were shed, hair
was lost, things might have been said...and through it all there was Preston being SO sweet and trying to help me get ready. Telling me I was beautiful and not to worry about what my hair looked like (yeah like that went over well). He was wonderful...I was a downright B.... if you know what I mean. So 30 minutes later we were seated at the table with our friends, I was not happy. Since I was soo unhappy Preston suggested that our good friend Michelle take a picture of us (he knows those make me happy) from across the table since we looked so nice. As seen here:
After she took the picture Preston asked to see the camera to make sure the picture came out, he simply looked at the picture and said, "you know Michelle will you take another picture of us something is missing" and handed the camera back to Michelle but told her to wait a second....umm yeah here you go:
So Preston got down on one knee in front of the
entire dinning room and asked me to marry him!!! Don't ask me what he said I heard Tara...then blah blah blah (I was to focused looking at the ring to even remember, hehe) but.....
I must have
SAID YES!!!!!
And I have to say even though the wedding was planned and I knew he would be asking soon I was still VERY surprised by it! I really believed him when he told me before we left that the ring wasn't done yet...and then he also did it 2 days before Valentines day (he said that it would have been "obvious" on that day). So there you go that's our story...I will always feel so bad that I was in such a bad mood over my stupid hair, but let me tell you I didn't even think of my hair for the rest of that night!!!
Yeah this is awesome, so this is a picture from Christmas Eve 2008. This is my sister-in-Law Emily (sorry Em)at her house playing rockband, I always try and get pictures when I am with her because we hang out ALL the time...I was telling Preston that he was taking pictures the wrong way...this is what he took :( So much for a cute picture of Em and I.
