It’s official: Sam and I are engaged!
I couldn’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else; I am so unbelievably lucky to have found a man who loves and supports me the way Sam does.
For those of you who aren’t into mushy-gushy stories, just stop here; drop off a “Congrats” comment and move on to the next horse blog — I promise, I won’t be offended!
The entire event started on Thursday. Sam got a call from the employer he interned with over the summer, and they offered him a job post-graduation! After a little bit of screaming, clapping and hugging I decided we had to go out to celebrate. The next night we had free was Saturday, so we set up a date night.
Later that evening I had a lesson in which I was a complete idiot, crashed through a jump and fell off. Luckily, both myself and the horse were totally fine; got right back and and jumped the same line without issue. I was a little sore the next day at work, but mostly just pissed at myself for making such a bad decision.
We had tickets to a concert, so after work we went downtown. We had VIP tickets, so before the show we were treated to a glorious barbecue buffet, listened to Tyler Farr sing a few songs in a small venue and got our picture taken with him. And then we naturally stayed out late and drank way too much. For me, this is not a normal occurrence: I’m not really a big drinker, and usually only have a glass of wine or two when everyone else is partying.
So of course when Saturday morning rolled around, I paid for my wild Friday night. I was sore from falling off and pretty hungover… since you know, I have no tolerance. Finally made it out of the house around noon, went to the barn and bathed the pony and then came back for an early dinner out since I had promised my good friend N that I would feed her dogs around 5:30 while she was at work.
So all of this leads up to…
We got to Barcelona, the best Spanish-style restaurant ever, around 4:20 p.m. We walk up to the door and it’s locked. I look over, and the sign says they don’t open until 5 p.m. Sam replies: “Well, I called to make reservations and they told me they opened at 4:30.”
We take a short walk, come back at precisely 4:30 and the doors are open. We walk in, and all the servers are sitting in the dining room finishing their side work (folding napkins, polishing silver, etc.) I have a moment where I think Oh, that’s strange. Why are they doing that with the restaurant open? But me being me, I quickly dismiss it and move on to the patio.
Barcelona’s patio is drop-dead gorgeous. It’s full of lush plants, flowers of every variety and a small water fountain with a few coy. We sat right next to the fountain and ordered our drinks. We start talking, and I’m all “I’m so proud of you / Can’t believe we got the job offer we’ve been waiting for / This is amazing / Excited to start this part of our lives” because I think we are here to celebrate Sam’s success. The whole time we are the only people out on the patio on a Saturday night. Yeah, I’m pretty observant.
So after my soliloquy Sam says: “I couldn’t have said it better myself,” gets down on one knee and asks me to marry him. And I start crying, so he starts crying, and of course I say yes.
The manager brings out champagne, and we feast on an amazing assortment of tapas and grin at each other like fools in love… which is what we are.
Turns out that this entire night had been in the works for quite some time. Sam arranged to meet my dad (who lives 140 miles away) for lunch, unbeknownst to me. Sam arranged to reserve the patio for just the two of us for this exact date (Sept. 7) before he ever got the job offer. Sam texted N to make sure we could feed her dogs a little bit later. What a guy.
In true blogger fashion, we all know it didn’t happen unless there is photographic evidence! The ring is Sam’s grandmothers first ring (she’s since upgraded) so it’s a bit of an heirloom, which I love. It’s got kind of a vintage feel, and instead of one big rock in the middle, it’s got six smaller diamonds in the shape of a flower.
The band has some etched detailing, as well as a few diamonds on either side of the centerpiece. The wedding band matches the engagement band perfectly. It’s kind of hard to make out all the detail here with my amazing iPhone photo, but it’s the best I could do on short notice.
Unfortunately the ring needs to be resized, which is why you get a picture of it in a box instead of on my finger. We’re taking it tonight to a local jeweler who can do all that jazz in house — no way I’m letting anyone ship this thing anywhere!