Over the past several months I have been sharing our love story. It starts here, with the day we met. Then here is the post where we are sort of dating, not dating. And last time, I posted about our long distance relationship. Today, I’m sharing the proposal!
Corey and I started dating sometime in December of 2008. We had known for most of that time that we wanted to spend our lives together. But the logistics are what put a long delay on that. We were both in school full-time and working full-time. We both had low paying jobs. We lived about 300 miles apart. We wanted to get married, but the timing just wasn’t right. So we waited. I would ask him over and over, “When are you going to marry me?” And he would always respond, ” I have to get my ducks in a row first.”
Corey, the responsible one in the relationship, wanted to graduate from college and at least have a teaching job lined up before he would propose. Those stupid ducks were in the way!
Corey spent two Summers in Beaumont taking classes at Lamar University, and living with some friends. I took a couple days off work to come spend some time with him. We were out with some of our friends, and we had some time alone, and I asked him again, “when are you going to marry me?” And he told me, “I will propose sometime before the end of the year.”
That was all I needed to know! It was coming!
That very next weekend Corey came to visit. The plan was that Saturday morning we were going to go somewhere in downtown Dallas to take some pictures. My mom had a new camera and she wanted to try it out, so we were her lucky models. We spent Friday evening with some friends at In and Out and then went to Half Price Books (that’s what that picture is from. Thanks, Jaime!). We stayed out too late, and I told Corey, “I’m sorry it’s so late. Hopefully mom will decide not to go.” Well, she woke us up and we went. I could tell that Corey was acting a little strange, but I knew it was because he was tired and he doesn’t really like posing for pictures.
We get to the location, and Corey is super stiff in all the pictures. And I keep telling him, “Relaaaaax! It’s not a big deal!”
We are walking around just looking for neat places, and we turn down this one street, and I see some steps with a hand rail on it. On the rail there is a row of rubber duckies, and at the top there are a bride and groom rubber ducky. I am still 100% clueless at this point (I’m thinking the proposal is going to happen in the Fall, or closer to the end of the year) and I’m like, “How cute! Let’s see what this is about!” And I walk towards it and then turn around and look at Corey, and I realize that this is IT!
Then I start giggling. He says something sweet about how patient I’ve been and how he finally has his ducks in a row. Then he gets down on one knee and (to be honest I don’t remember what he said because I was giggling too much) asked me to marry him. My response is “giggle giggle giggle” and he puts the ring on my finger and says, “You never answered me!” Then of course I said yes, and we hug and I giggle some more. Here is a diagram to show you how this went:Then my mom (who has been taking pictures of the whole thing) says, “Mandi, look!”
I turn around and see my sister and brother-in-law, and Corey’s parents and brother. They were hiding and taking pictures from their angle! We all went to lunch together and had a wonderful time. Then Corey told me, “Tonight we are going to the circus!”
Aaaaahhh! Best day gets better!
It was my first time to go, and we had a BLAST! We had special tickets that allowed us to be part of the show. So for a portion of the show, we sat on the floor with the performers.
We chose the date of the wedding that day with our families. June 23rd. I have always thought that sounded like the perfect day. So it became our perfect day.
The ring: My rings were from my Mem-Maw’s marriage to my mom’s dad, who died when my mom was only 8. After my Mem-Maw passed away we were looking through her jewelry, and my mom asked if I would be interested in any of her wedding rings (there were a few to choose from…). I told her I wasn’t sure, but after I left I couldn’t get this one out of my head. So, I told mom this was the one I wanted to use. I had only seen it maybe two times, and I’m sure it hadn’t been cleaned in years, so when he proposed it was like a brand new ring. I love it so much, and it is more me than any other ring I have ever put on. And I know that Mem-Maw would be so proud to know that I’m wearing it.
So, that’s the story of how a man uses 14 little rubber duckies to ask a woman that can’t stop giggling to marry him.
Now we get to the fun stuff. The wedding!
Have a fantastic Thursday!