After triple-checking with God that the universe couldn’t possible explode into a 100 million infinitesimal pieces if I said yes to a date, I finally said…
“Sure?” Shaun repeated, and all of a sudden he didn’t sound so sure.
“Yeah, sure,” I said (are you groaning yet? I am).
A couple of things to note about this momentous first date of ours:
1) I skipped my Thursday night care group (Bible study) to go to it (and the universe still didn’t explode), but despite the fact that it was comprised of 5 of my closest girlfriends, I didn’t tell anybody but our care group leader why I wouldn’t be there, and I swore her to silence. I’m weird like that. Normal girls call all their best friends and squeal, right? Right.
2) I showed up late…no good reason. Just had a sudden fit of, “I hate this outfit! My hips are HUGE! What was I thinking wearing this?” followed by a flurry of wardrobe changes, which eventually led me back to the original “huge hips” outfit I’d chosen—dark-rinse trouser jeans and a black peasant top with cream embroidery + the world’s most goodness-awful “platform clogs.” *shudder*
3) Shaun told me later he wasn’t even positive I knew we were going on a real date (I can’t imagine why he would be confused. After all, I only paused for 5 minutes before using quite possibly the world’s least romantic word for yes ever: “Sure.” I’m still smacking myself in the forehead).
4) Even though he wasn’t sure what I was expecting, he still brought flowers (two long stemmed crimson roses that were waiting for me, crisscrossed over my plate). Now that’s a confident man.
So, where did we go?
Not very original, right?
But as with most things that Shaun plans, even the most conventional-seeming choices usually have a twist.
You see, he’d been faithfully attending practically all of the Twenty-Somethings events I’d been planning, and he knew that, sometimes, because I coordinated them, I wasn’t able to fully participate.
Take, for example, the video scavenger hunt for which I wrote all of the clues.
It was a blast to experience vicariously. But I still missed out on the actual hunt part since I already knew all the answers.
Shaun noticed (and he liked my clues), so to make up for it, he made our first date a mini mystery-hunt.
Which means that he sent me clues, and I unraveled them to reveal our dinner location.
Please, tell me you love him as much as I do now (in a completely platonic and innocuous—remember, I do BODYCOMBAT and am hopped up on pregnancy hormones—kind of way, of course : )).
And since he wanted me to actually appear at this first date of ours, he wisely chose a well-known chain restaurant (even though, at heart, we are both hole-in-the-wall, non-chainers) so I could be sure to get the place right.
Thank goodness I did!
Otherwise, he might’ve assumed I was considerably dumber than he’d first thought, never asked for a second date, and then we would have never gotten to take this picture:
Or this one:
Or any of the rest of these, for that matter:
We got married at the private estate of some friends of ours. As a souvenir, they gave us a copy of American Dream Homes magazine…because their house was in it that year.
Yes, it was magical.
So magical, in fact, that they had polar bears (that the husband had hunted) in their entryway. For some reason, I love this shot—Shaun holding the water at the ready to relieve my “I’m wearing a 60 lb. beaded dress, it’s 85 degrees at 9 PM, and I’m about to spontaneously combust!” expression.
This one is a fave too. I look so incandescently happy. (Because I was!)
I still really love our cake, which I designed (but did not make!…hey, that rhymed).
Four of the five Bible study girls, whom I never told that I was dating Shaun, by the way.
They just figured it out when they saw us holding hands 3 weeks later. Because they’re smart like that.
Me with my bro. I told you we’re tight! (My bouquet turned out almost nothing like I expected it to, but that was fine by me because it was about 10X better!).
This one just makes me giggle because a) I look like a goofy-poof, and b) I’m faking the throw (that’s my left hand).
When I actually threw it, it almost sailed all the way over the heads of all those girls you see about a 1/2 mile behind me (I always did have a strong softball arm). Bonus points if you can spot the bouquet!
Ready to run for it (I really loved the antique lace over the gold underlay of my dress…which I scored—including that gorgeous lace veil—for $300; yup, even then I was bargain-obsessed).
So, have I spoiled the ending with all the pictures?
Oh, wait. I guess not since you already know we’re married, huh?
But I’m not quite finished.
I’ll be back tomorrow for 5 Things Thursday with some fun tidbits about our courtship, and then Friday, I’ll tell you about the ring.
See you soon!
Linking up with The Pleated Poppy.