Eek!!! That's right, the BF (Sean) and I are getting married! We're absolutely thrilled and can't wait to start the planning process.
This past weekend, Sean flew to California to ask for my parents' blessing. He had coordinated the trip with my younger brothers, both of whom came home from college. The visit was kept secret from my parents until the day before his arrival. He arrived in California around noon on Saturday, spent the day with my family, and left first thing on Sunday morning. Throughout his trip, I thought he was paintballing with some friends in the Pocono Mountains. After all, the paintballing story was very believable: Sean had told me about an upcoming paintballing tournament, I had heard a friend call to give him the details, had watched Sean pack all his paintballing gear for the weekend, and hadn't been able to get in touch with him at all on Saturday, which was to be expected given that I thought he was in the mountains. Sean's original plan was to propose sometime over the next two weeks...but he ended up proposing the very same day he flew back from California.
Here is a sampling of the responses we received from our family members once we spread the word:
- "Wait...what? Really?" (one of my brothers, who had been expecting the proposal to happen over the next two weeks, rather than within the next 24 hours)
- "Well, it's about time! That's great. And tell Sean I have some film for his projector" (my grandfather)
- "He proposed? To whom?" (One of my uncles, who has a quirky sense of humor)
- "Is she pregnant?" (Sean's grandfather, who also has a quirky sense of humor. And no, I am most definitely not pregnant)




