J proposed to me on Sunday (yesterday), our five-year anniversary. He was going to wait until we went out to dinner at a fancy restaurant, but he got too excited and proposed first thing in the morning.
Right now I have a "placeholder" ring; it's very lovely, a large garnet with three small diamonds (possibly cubic zirconias) on either side, set in white-gold. The "real" ring is still in the process of being made because he's having it custom-designed through a man his family knows (this man did his sister's engagement ring and his aunt's 25th wedding anniversy ring -- both were bee-yoo-tee-full!). Unfortunately, the man had a heart attack a couple of months ago and has been laid up until fairly recently, and now that he's back to work (as of last week), he has a bit of a back-log. J wanted to propose on our 5th anniversary, so he couldn't wait for the ring and didn't want to just pick something from the jewelry store because he really liked the idea of a custom ring. I'm okay with that ... heck, I would've been okay waiting for the real ring, but his big concern was that when you tell people you're engaged, the first thing they ask is to see the ring and I'd have nothing to show them. Hence, the "placeholder" ring, which will go on my other hand once I have the "real" ring.
We haven't set a date yet. J's sister is getting married in July, so I don't want to steal her thunder and, really, I think one
wedding a year is enough for his family to have to worry about!
What I want -- and there's still some people to be convinced on this, but I think I might just put my foot down and say "I'm the bride! It's my
wedding and we'll do it my
way!" (hmmmph! so there!) -- is to fly off to some warm country like Cuba or Bermuda and get married on the beach. I want to wear a bikini and a sarong (I started Weight Watchers, so I'm already working on the "bikini" part of the plan
) and I don't want a big church wedding, especially since I'm not religious in the slightest (neither of us are). The other thing is, I have some relatives I strongly, intensely dislike, but who I would have to invite to a wedding here in Canada; if I have the wedding in another country, they couldn't afford to go. We could have a big reception when I got back, but for my special day, I don't want to have to listen to my misogynistic, twice-divorced uncle go off on how weddings are a sham, or listen to my other uncle beg my grandmother for money she doesn't have. Does that make me a
Anyway ... Yay!