I am going to be the future Mrs. Ross Dodd! How exciting is that?! But what kind of blogger am I to leave my audience hanging for over two months (TWO MONTHS!). No details about the engagement, totally in the dark on wedding planning, and who can forget the trip to Cabo?! Better late than never they say. So, without further ado, I give you the story of our engagement.
Ross proposed on the first day of our two week vacation; Saturday, April 14. We drove up to New Jersey that morning and had lunch with his parents. During our time at their house Ross' mom covertly slipped a ring box in Ross' vest pocket. She had to be extra careful because the ring was Ross' grandmother's engagement ring and, in fact, Ross' mom has been wearing it for the past 14 years since her mom passed. I would have noticed if Ross' mom did not have the ring on her right hand, so to play along she wore none of her rings - common practice when cooking in the kitchen, so I thought nothing of it!
Ross proposed on the first day of our two week vacation; Saturday, April 14. We drove up to New Jersey that morning and had lunch with his parents. During our time at their house Ross' mom covertly slipped a ring box in Ross' vest pocket. She had to be extra careful because the ring was Ross' grandmother's engagement ring and, in fact, Ross' mom has been wearing it for the past 14 years since her mom passed. I would have noticed if Ross' mom did not have the ring on her right hand, so to play along she wore none of her rings - common practice when cooking in the kitchen, so I thought nothing of it!
We then drove to
Ross' grandmother's apartment for a quick visit! I had not seen her in a while,
so it was nice to catch up. In hindsight, Ross seemed a little antsy - but my
senses still weren't triggered at this point.
After visiting
with Ross’ grandmother we drove up to my Mom and Ken’s house. While Ken and I
were in the kitchen pouring cocktails and preparing a tray of cheese and
crackers, Ross took advantage of the time alone with my Mom. As soon as I was
inside Ross turns to my Mom and says, "Can you keep a secret?" and at
that moment popped open the ring box. I was told my mom shrieked with joy - I'm
kind of surprised I didn't hear her inside! - hugged Ross and I'm sure got out
a "Congratulations, I'm so excited" through her joyous tears.
When Ken and I
returned to the backyard with snacks and drinks, all seemed normal until...
Ross went inside to use the restroom. Strangely, my Mom was emphatic that Ross
was unpacking the luggage from our car. She insisted, "Ken, Ross needs
help unpacking the car, go and find him!" She even turned her back to me
and was doing something with her hands. I now realize she was holding out her
left hand and enthusiastically pointing to her ring finger. Her gestures seemed
a little out of place, but I was still oblivious.
Even though we didn’t get to see my Dad on this day, Ross had
already covered that base! A month earlier when my Dad was visiting us in DC,
Ross took an opportunity the night of my trapeze show to let my Dad know what
he had planned! While I was getting ready for my performance, Dad, Rosa, and
Ross were picking up dinner at the café in our building. While Ross certainly
wanted my Dad’s blessing, he didn’t quite ask for permission, it was more of a “I’d
like you to know” followed by one of my Dad’s profound bouts of silence with a
heavy intake of breath. Of course my Dad was excited and gave his blessing to
Ross and what he had planned. To this day I marvel at the fact that for four
weeks he didn’t utter a word to me! My Dad did admit that a few phone calls got
cut short because he thought it might slip out.
Back at Mom and
Ken’s house, we were all outside and Mom was being a bit “aggressive” about my
wedding. After all, she has a 20-something daughter living with her boyfriend
and we had talked about marriage so it certainly wasn't out of the ordinary for
her to get excited and start pre-planning. Even I had been in serious
pre-engagement wedding planning mode for a few weeks prior, I just couldn't
help myself. So when she asked me about flowers and a dress it did not
seem bizarre. Although, when she said for the second time “Well, maybe if Ross
put a ring on your finger…” my senses were heightened.
We had dinner
reservations in 90 minutes so Mom and Ken decided to go inside and get ready
for dinner. Or so I thought. They actually parked themselves at the living room
window.
Nearly 30 seconds later, Ross asked if I wanted to cuddle with him
on the lounge chair. As I lay on top of him, sipping my lemonade and vodka, he
begins…
If I wait any longer this is going to burn a hole in my pocket and they are really going to give it away...
I gasp for air and my body stiffens at the realization of what is
happening.
Open ring box.
Will you marry me?
After about two seconds of awed stunned-ness (yes, I know that is
not a word) I reply, “Oh my God”, start to cry, and find a way to put my drink
down so that I can sit up and properly look at this man that has asked me to be
my wife. Once I sat up I said “Yes!” in as much of a voice as I could muster,
planted a big kiss on him, and asked him to put the ring on my finger.
Popping the question! |
Not less than fifteen seconds later, my Mom was running into the
backyard screaming “my daughter’s engaged!” The next 90 minutes were rather
whirlwind… I made as many phone calls as possible. Surprisingly, I had to call
my Dad twice to get in touch with him! He didn’t have his phone next to him, so
as soon as Rosa saw I called back not more than three minutes later she hunted
him down and said, “I think you want to take this!” She was right. Dad was
super ecstatic for us!! I tried to talk with as many friends and family members
as possible, which sometimes meant having my phone on the bathroom counter on
speaker while applying eyeliner and straightening my hair!
Surprisingly, my nails were painted a classic pale pink. Snapped this picture of the ring while on the driveway making phone calls! Everybody kept asking for a peak :) |
Since April we have been busy, but more on that later…
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