Probably typical and naive, but although my Hubby-to-be (H2B) and I talked extensively about getting engaged, picking out the perfect ring, and knowing that one day we will get married… we never planned beyond the engagement.  In our minds, the proposal was the big event that all this talk was leading up to.  Everything beyond that is a detail, unimportant, and seemingly will sort itself out.  We had essentially pledged ourselves to each other and that should be that.

Imagine my surprise when the very next day, we tell his family of our good news, they scream and cry (in joy, I’m assuming), and ask the bizarre question – “When’s the date?”

Date?  Wedding date?  How on earth should we know that already??  I thought we did well picking the ring.

A few days later, after more extended family asked us the same question again, we sat down and tried our darnest to pick a date.  We decided to start with seasons and narrowed it down to Fall, Winter, or Spring.  When my friend asked me the dubious question I happily told her of our progress.  She thought it was hilarious.

I should add a disclaimer here.  DISCLAIMER: You might think me naive or clueless when it comes to weddings.  Well, that’s because I am.  I have never attended a wedding, my parents had a very simple nontraditional wedding with no ceremony in another country, and none of my close friends have ever been married.  In fact, of my 3 closest girl friends, I am the first to get this far.  Sure, I’ve seen movies where weddings took place, so I know that there is a ceremony with the exchange of “I do’s” and a party afterwards.  That is pretty much the extent of my knowledge in this area.

That is why I am starting this blog.  I am starting from as square one as you can get, and if I can do this anyone can.  This is a blog to document my progress, my trials and tribulations in planning a wedding, and hopefully this will be helpful to other newly engaged couples who don’t have a clue.  At the end of this adventure, I hope to have a beautiful ceremony and a memorable party that my friends and family will look back fondly on.

With that, I leave you with a picture of H2B and I on a boat in Luzern, Switzerland.

Lake Luzern, Spring 2009

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On Christmas Eve 2009 occurred the happiest moment of my life.  In 25 and a half years, never have I been so overwhelmed with feeling – of surprise (read on), of happiness (naturally), of love, and put simply… of pure exuberance.  That there is only him and I in this world.  As long as that is so, that is fine with me.

Allow me to tell the story of The Perfect Proposal.

We are two law school graduates in the midst of the great modern recession.  He is waiting for his job to start and I am deferred from mine.  In the interim, we are living simply at his parents home and house-sitting for his neighbors whenever they are away for a little privacy pocket money.  Christmas was one such occasion when they needed our service.  During the day, we would spend time in celebration with his family and at night we would stay next door.

Christmas Eve brought with it frantic gift wrapping, house cleaning, and all around merriment.  This was my first orthodox American Christmas (I became a citizen a few years ago, but my family never quite caught on to the tradition).  Naturally, I was all eyes and ears, and generally more excited than was appropriate for a young adult.  At 11pm, we attended a Presbyterian candlelight service at Church.  I was surprised to find that I knew the words to almost all the hymns, a tribute to my childhood under the Church of England.

By the time we returned at midnight, I had had enough of the holiday cheer and wanted nothing but a mug of hot coco and a bed.  On the way upstairs to the guest bedroom, I glanced under the tree where our Pup prefers to leave us “presents.”  There lay a large box wrapped in blue.  Inside was a scrapbook album entitled “The Story of Jane.”

The black book contained pictures of my baby years with my grandparents that had long been lost during my family’s many travels.  Earlier last year we made a trip out to China where my auntie showed us several that she had saved.  He reproduced them in this album.

It documents when we met in Virginia, our graduation from law school, and travels to Germany, Switzerland, Colorado, and China.  It ends with our climb on the Great Wall, “no matter how hard the climb, we climb together!”  Then the final page contained the simple words “Just one question?”

She said YES!