So, judging by the 48 of you who have commented on my new relationship status on facebook (and the other several comments from those of you who didn't want a zillion notifications that other people had commented after you), word is getting around that I got engaged on Wednesday night. And I'm pretty excited about it. And now I'm going to tell the story with all of its gory details. If you don't want to read them all - hey, I'm engaged! The end. If you want everything . . . well, you asked.
Here is my fiance, (Clovis Merle) Eric Long (taken on my phone this morning, on Phil's couch):
I couldn't be happier.
Several people who knew that Eric is currently in living in Texas and was just here over the 4th of July responded to "I'm engaged!" with "Over Skype?"
Um, no. Not a chance with Eric Long, king of the grand romantic gesture.
So here's how it went down.
First, he was here a couple of weeks ago for the 4th of July, and he's coming to Utah in a couple of weeks to meet my family. We'd been talking pretty seriously about marriage, and I kind of thought we were going to be getting engaged in August (which was going to be a little awkward because I was expecting it, as was my family). He'd also told me that he wanted to talk to my dad before he asked me, so I knew not to expect it over the 4th of July.
A couple of weeks ago, Eric told me he had bought me a present and that he was going to send it to me. He said it was a really big present, so he hadn't figured out how to ship it yet, and he was busy with the last week of Institute (the training part of Teach for America), so he hadn't made it to the post office. Then he told me on Monday that he had sent it, but it was too big to send in one box, so he was sending it to our friend Phil, and Phil was going to set it up for me somewhere so I "didn't have to see it in pieces."
He also told me he was in the Rio Grande Valley looking at apartments for when he moves to San Benito. I'd been asking all kinds of questions about apartments he'd looked at and plans and all kinds of things - and he wasn't in the Rio Grande Valley at all. He was in the Salt Lake Valley - talking to my parents.
On Monday night, my teacher pulled me aside and asked if I could dress up on Wednesday for a workshop on professional wear. She said not very many people had dressed up last time, and she knew I wouldn't be uncomfortable being one of the examples. (This was slightly weird because several people had dressed up, and she hadn't really mentioned that she wanted us to dress up, but I didn't think much of it.) She asked if I'd wear "a swishy skirt." I even asked if I could wear slacks instead, and she said a skirt would be better. (Yeah. That's how he got me to dress up cute to get engaged. Good thing Carrie is Rayla's boss too.)
Eric and I had made plans to talk on Skype Wednesday night, and he asked if we could eat dinner together. I told him I needed to swing by and grab some food (since I threw all of mine out because of flies). When I got to my car at the Institute, there was a note on my car - a map that said I should go to the back of my house (where he has had people leave me things before) and that I should hurry and go straight there, because it wouldn't keep. I realized about halfway to Little Caesars that it might be food and maybe he'd had someone leave me dinner, but I figured a pizza would only take a minute and would keep for later too, so I picked one up anyway.
When I got to my apartment, I gathered up my stuff and went out to the back of my apartment, where there was a little orange cooler. I opened it, and it was full of sushi (which is a big thing with us - we became friends going out for sushi every couple of weeks for "dating advisory" - talking about our dating lives and our views on relationships in general and lots of other things as well). I had the cooler over my shoulder and was ready to go in the house to call Eric on Skype and thank him for the sushi, when suddenly behind me I heard Eric's voice saying, "You got a pizza too?"
I turned around and saw him in a blue button-down shirt and a tie, and I think I blurted out something like, "How are you here?!?" before I was kissing him while holding my laptop bag, a pizza, and a cooler full of sushi.
I would just like to point out a couple of things at this point. 1) Eric is, generally speaking, a terrible liar. It's one of his really nice qualities, actually, because most of the time he is an open book. However, on this particular occasion he made a break with his own nature, because 2) despite numerous hints, I had NO IDEA that he was going to be there when I got home.
He asked if I needed anything, so I ran into my apartment for a second to drop off the pizza and the laptop, and then we got in the car and drove out to Brown County State Park, a beautiful forest area with lakes and such that's about 20 minutes from Bloomington. On the way, he told me that the night before when he'd told me he was staying with a friend after a Teach for America dinner, he'd actually been staying with our friend Phil (the one who was supposed to set up my "gift," which turned out to be Eric himself). He also told me that when he said he'd found three possible places (I'd assumed he meant in San Benito) he actually meant in the park - three different picnic shelters for our sushi dinner.
When we got to the shelter (after stopping to see a beautiful sunset over the forest with fog settling into the valley) Eric pulled out several bags. We lit about 100 tea-light candles and scattered them around the shelter, and then we got out some plastic dishes for our sushi feast - which was delicious sushi from Ami, the sushi place we went to so many times while we were just friends and continued to go to after we started dating. After we finished eating, he came over and sat next to me on the bench, and then he said, "This is just about perfect, isn't it? You know what would make it better? If there were music for us to dance to." And then he whipped out his phone and pulled up a playlist called "Dancing with Meg."
So we danced for a little while - Norah Jones, Frank Sinatra, The Jayhawks, etc. We aren't very good dancers (especially me), but it was fun and very sweet. And then, after we'd sat for a little while and danced a little more, he stopped and started telling me about all of the things he loves about me and told me he wanted to take care of me and spend his life with me . . . and then he was down on his knee with an open ring box.
(I said yes.)
Here is the ring before I got it (I have a picture on my phone and there are some pictures on Eric's camera, but these are better and the ring is currently being sized, so I can't get a great one right now.)
Separate wedding band and engagement ring.
They look like this together. (I should have my ring back this weekend - although I really hope the sizing is right when they give it back. It was kind a bummer to let it go right after I got it.)
Hehehe.
We hung around the shelter for a little longer (Eric brought some sparkling peach and sparkling cider - hurray for Mormons celebrating) until park security came to tell us to clear out. The ranger looked like he felt a little bad (100 candles, remember) but we assured him we were about to leave and call our families anyway. He congratulated us and drove off while we blew out all of the candles and loaded up the car.
We spent the next couple hours calling people and talking about plans, and we've spent the last couple of days doing more of the same. (Also, lots of looking at each other and randomly shouting, "We're getting married!") I dropped him off at the airport this afternoon, but I'll get to see him again in August.
So the plan now is I'm going to finish up my degree and do an internship this fall, and then we'll get married in December and I'll move to Texas and hope they have libraries there. And fall is going to be insane between classes, my internship, my job as the IRSC president, my real job (the one that pays me) and, you know, wedding planning. I'm looking forward to it, but if you see me looking crazy, please tell me to cut it out and calm down. :)
So . . . yeah! I'm getting MARRIED!!!
The end.