Let the Planning Begin

With Martin officially out of the country for three weeks, I thought it would be the perfect time to let my crazy type-A self get to work planning.

Too bad I looked like a crazy single white female buying all of these…the engagement ring is currently getting re-sized.  Oh well, let the sales lady at Barnes and Noble think whatever she wants, I know I am not crazy...at least in that way.

An "American" Martin

I love my Martin.  There is nothing I would (or could) change about him.  But if I were going to try and make him more "American" I would take the following steps:

Step 1: Dress him like an American

Step 2: Teach him some American drinking Games…including flip cup and the ice luge (compliments of the boar)

Step 3: Have him “grow” a mustache.

Step 4: Marry him!(Photos coming in 6 to 12 months!)

September 6, 2012– A Big Day

This past week was a whirlwind, marked first and foremost by the date I have been dreading for years - my 32^nd birthday on September 6th.   For whatever reason, 32 was my scary age:  it could have been because it marks 10 years out of college and in theory my life should be in order OR for better or worse, 2012 was the year my passport expired and deep down I had always figured I would be renewing it with a new last name.  Needless to say, I was not looking forward to it.   September 6^th also marked my one year anniversary with my “new” job.  

And more important than anything else, September 6^th was the day Martin proposed!  After 4 years of dating, an international relationship and a newly renovated house, Martin asked me the one question I had not expected on my birthday – will you marry me?

To tell the story properly, you must understand that three and a half years ago I came home from a girl’s weekend in Venice to find a red rose in a Coors Light bottle on my dining room table and a note saying “I love you, there are more in the fridge”. 

It might not seem like a lot, but Coors Lights are incredibly hard to find in Zurich and ridiculously overpriced.  I was beyond hope of falling in love; I was all in.  And so on my 32^nd birthday, after a quick joke of not having any plans, Martin took me into our new kitchen, set me on the counter and asked me the question I had wanted to hear since coming home from Venice.   And to make things even more perfect, I was presented with the following:  

It was absolutely perfect and absolutely us.  

We were able to enjoy the rest of the evening in pre-wedding bliss (after a call to the parents - they had been eagerly awaiting the news since Martin left earlier that day with their blessing) and then celebrated with all of our friends that Saturday at our housewarming party. 

Let the planning begin!