Her Story.

Hi. :) Due to the nature of our relationship, I had to delete the past post just in case the wrong eyes saw this. Ex-nay on the ountries-cay. Is that too conspiratory? Is that even a word? Knowing Ryan and his paranoid tendencies, I will have to delete this paragraph of this post anyway, so might as well just get on with it!

Ryan and I thought it would be cool if we told our stories of the proposal. Usually when someone hears about our engagement, they ask about the story. So here it is:

Since I don't usually get to tell the story because a certain somebody gets super excited and starts to blah blah blah, I'm going to give you a little of the back story. Not a lot of you know, or maybe you do know (we all know how word gets around really quick nowadays), Ryan came to Vancouver in September to ask my parents for permission for my hand in marriage. Old fashioned? I know, but my parents are my parents, and we are who we are. Anyway, he never really got to the asking part because my Dad jumped in and told Ryan that he can take me. As you can see, my dad was very fond of me and couldn't ever let me go. :p

So fast forward until December of 2009, at this point I had a feeling that maybe we would be engaged by the end of the year, then as time went on, and Ryan didn't hint at anything, and more importantly, he started making plans for trips in January and February, I figured he wasn't planning on engagement or anything of the sort. Why would he? He's too busy jetsetting and saving money for these trips! So the doubt came in and settled in my gut, and I figured we wouldn't be engaged for a while... or so I thought.

December 22, 2009.
Date day. It seems that every time I visit NY/NJ, I never really get time to spend with Ryan alone, it's always a coffee here, a dinner or lunch there, or a quick hello to someone who's in the area. Not that I don't mind, but on that particular day, Ryan made it a point to spend one full day with just me, just us. We woke up early because Ryan had to be in the city for work, and I walked around a little bit and got lost. (Goes to show how well I'm going to adjust to East Coast life..) We then went to Uniqlo for some shopping and then Balthazar for some yummy brunch. We headed home to Auntie Merci's house to chill before we headed back out into the city. Dinner time. We ate at Spotted Pig (VERY good btw, I recommend it!) and stuffed our faces as per usual. We went to the car to grab Ryan's lens (little did I know), then I waved down my very first taxi (and Ryan got it on video!) to go to highline park. As we got to the park, I did not want to leave the taxi. It was so cold, and highline park is as exposed to the wind as can be. We wandered around and took a couple of pictures and very unexpectedly, two guards came up to us and told us we had to go! Well, to be honest, at this point I was pretty glad, it was too cold and I wanted to get the heck out of the park. As we took the elevator down, Ryan suggested that we stay in the elevator a little bit to warm up a little. A bit strange, but I went with it since I was already distracted by the design of the elevator. All of a sudden, the elevator started moving back to the second floor, and the doors open... viola. The guard again. I bet he thought we were trying to sneak back into the park! So I said that Ryan was taking his time getting his bag that's why we were still in the elevator. Down we went again, and out back into the cold...

Game time.
Ryan suggested that we check out the entrance because he wanted to take pictures. At this moment in time, I really wanted to hit him and tell him I was cold, but because he seemed so determined to go, I went along with it and we went to the entrance. I wish I could say that the entrance had cool decorations and looked really nice, but it was just stairs. Cold and boring concrete stairs. HUH? Why did Ryan want to take pictures here? I was reaching the end of my patience meter when Ryan asks me to stand on the bottom stair for a picture. As I stood there (COLD), he got out his tripod and set up the camera so we could take one last picture. FINALLY! He then sets it up and comes up to stand next to me. Nothing. Uhhh... then I told Ryan that the timer light isn't on. He just stands there and tells me it's on video. OK? Do something about it? So me being me, and since it's on video, I do some sort of kicking thing.. which at the time seemed like the appropriate thing to do. Then Ryan grabs my arm and says, “Mae Aveline Lawson..” AHHHHHHHHH, I know what this is!!!! I then finally realize why Ryan has been acting all strange and I start giggling. The sort of annoying giggling that makes you want to hit someone really hard, namely the one who is giggling. Ryan is clawing at me and trying to make me listen to him. Then he says something about having nothing else to say. My mind is a blur and I really can't believe this is happening.. he then reaches into his pocket and gets down on one knee and opens this little box.

“Will you marry me?”

I say yes, and he gets up and jumps like a little girl. A little girl. Don't believe me? I have proof! Anyway.. he puts the ring on my finger and thumbs up at the camera. WHAT? He got this on camera!?!? He turns off the camera and asks me.. “Aren't you going to look at the ring???” OOPS. Hmmmm, beautiful. Perfect for me. Oooh, shiny.

After a minute of soaking in the engagement status, we headed over to the Apple store to take our engagement photos (haha). We headed on home to spread the good news to our family and loved ones. The end.

Sorry if this is too long of a post, there is just no other way to describe what happened. Well, to me that's what happened, I'm sure Ryan has a completely different story. :p