Heather and I are officially engaged!
So people keep asking if we have a date for the wedding yet, and I am getting the feeling that we aren’t a traditional couple. (Well, we already knew two girls wasn’t traditional, but ya’ll know what I mean right?) Ever since we met there was absolute confidence that this was it, so getting engaged wasn’t a huge change in mindset for me and didn’t rev me into super-fast planning mode.
Also, I was never the girl who dreamed of what her wedding would be like, I was just open to whatever came my way. But over time, I realized that I wanted to be a family with Heather and that, one day, I would want to have my best people around me to celebrate that. We have talked for a while about what we would do at our wedding…. songs, vows, location… the beginnings of wedding dreaming. This was all totally new to me, and a lot of the wedding stuff seemed crazy and some of it seemed awesome. Since this will be a mutual planning thing (two girls, remember?) and we want to be intentional with that cash money, this will take a bit. So, no, we do not have a date, but we are both enjoying being engaged and have been really grateful to feel like love from our friends, family and coworkers.
All of that said, can I get a Hell YEAH, F*&% YEAH, please?!
People have asked how it went down, so here it goes, in great detail. If the idea of reading this makes you cringe, please stop now!
The 15th was a Sunday and earlier that week Heather asked me if I wanted to go on a Sunday brunch date with her, to which I responded YES! The Saturday beforehand she went to have lunch with a friend and didn’t return until late that night. That day I rearranged all of the furniture in the house, went on a run, walked the dog, made dinner and watched all the Netflix shows she hates (The League, anyone?), so I was in the zone and just figured she was being her usual sneaky, romantic self. I love to be surprised and my birthday is coming up, so I just let it be. Everyone needs their privacy, ya know? Turns out she was at our friend Meta’s house making me a ring! Here’s a photo Meta shared later:
Sunday morning, I wake up super early and pronounce that I want to go on a hike before brunch. Heather looks a bit panicked and said there were a few things she wants to finish before we eat, but that she can swing it. So we hustle out to our go-to hike spot in Montreat. While we’re hanging at the top, she whips out this 2nd edition Rilke compilation and reads me some beautiful poems and says she bought the book for me. Little known fact, I love and read lots of poetry, so I was pumped. Again, I just thought she was being sweet!
After we head home, change clothes and drive downtown, I did get a little suspicious. Heather dressed up a bit more than normal and told me I should wear something nice too. Heather would literally never tell me what to wear, other than telling me I look beautiful in all things (including my favorite disgusting pj outfit of flannel pants + airbrush 80s sweatshirt). She’s a gem. At Limones, we sat at the bar, ate the freshest, limey-est ceviche, sipped fancy cocktails and both had really stellar, fancy egg dishes with obscure ingredients that I could never recall for you now.
After we ate, Heather was nervously driving all over downtown, saying she had somewhere to take me. Once she parked she led me to the Battery Park Book Exchange, a really cool spot that’s like a cross between a library + bar + secret garden. Basically, it’s amazing, and dog-friendly! Heather dragged me all over the bar looking for the little private nook we once sat in and then spent 5 minutes trying to get me to call my dad (it was his birthday). Once she realized I wasn’t playing along, she whips a painting out of her bag titled We Do by a local artist we both love. She had been trying to get me to look away so she could hide it in a bookshelf, but at this point I was aware of how nervous she was and just waiting to see what would happen. She gave me the painting, had me look at the title on the back and then she proposed and gave me the ring she made! And we cried and hugged a lot and cried some more.
I honestly have no idea what either of us said, it was like a blackout due to emotion instead of booze. Somehow we ended up downstairs where Heather’s dad, step mom and our friends were waiting! Then I ugly-cried A LOT and hugged a lot of people and drank a lot of champagne. Later that night we ate a Buxton Hall Barbeque with some friends and ended up home chilling on the couch discussing the day. I don’t have lots of details to give about the day after it all happened because it was such a blur. So here are photos from our friends.
Thanks for all of the love. Here’s to the Belliotts, heh heh heh!