One of the main reasons I started this blog was to have a place to document all of the the experiences in my life — good and bad. I’ll start with the good: since today, April 22, 2015, is exactly four months (!!) until my wedding day, I decided it is the perfect time for my first Wedding Wednesday post!
I am beyond excited for this time in our lives. The past 6 months have been a roller coaster, and I’ve learned so much about relationships, wedding planning, myself…and a million other things during this milestone. But let’s start at the beginning, shall we? Today is about ground zero of the wedding craziness: The Proposal.
Friday, August 22, 2014
It was really just an ordinary Friday. I don’t remember much of it. I had a half day of work (thank goodness for summer hours) and went home to enjoy the afternoon off. It was beautiful out — sunny and not too hot or cool for an August day in Chicago. Tom and I had made plans for dinner earlier in the week, which really wasn’t unusual at all since we went out to eat often. He said he’d choose the place. When he came over after work, he decided to take a short nap before leaving. Everything was just so regular.
I dressed up for dinner because I didn’t know where we were going and dresses are my go-to in the summer anyway. We started heading north on 294 and I thought nothing of it. But then we kept going farther and farther and my typical Allie questions started popping up, “where are we going?”, “how did you find this place?”, “is this place really good?” , “you couldn’t find anywhere closer?”. I made my guesses (Gurnee Mills? Great America? Wisconsin?). And of course, Tom responded as he usually would “you’ll see when we get there.”
Shortly after getting off the highway, Tom turns into a random neighborhood. I am confused. There are literally no restaurants around where he stops — just a bunch of houses. He simply says to me, “Look where we are” and I look out my window and see Allyson Ct. (with a y!). I have always wanted to find a street with my name spelled correctly. We both run out of the car and to the sign, but he gets there first and starts taking selfies. Um, okay. I stand there, slightly annoyed, asking if I could take a picture since it’s my name. To this, he hands me his phone and asks me to take one of him, so I grab his phone and try to take a picture, trying to hurry to get to my turn. He then takes his phone back, says to try one more time.
When he hands me his phone the second time, I look down and notice one of his selfies is on the screen. It’s the same scene I’m standing in front of, but in the picture, the Allyson Ct. sign has a piece of paper underneath it that says “Will you marry me?” I start to cry and the rest is literally a blur — I don’t remember much of it after that (I swear I blacked out from all of the excitement), but I know it was one of the best moments of my life.
I love hearing about other people’s engagements (and watching them on YouTube, of course), but I still say ours was perfect, and it always will be because it’s ours.