Flash-Back: Engaged for a Year!

Oh, how a year has flown. A year ago, the boy popped the big Q and my life was forever changed. In honour of this important day I'm going to bring you back to an old post (one of the first I put up on BeeBeeBisous) and tell you our proposal story.

THE PROPOSAL 


Being a wedding blog and all, I thought it would be appropriate to document what started it all – the proposal! Because without it, there would be no wedding. I know you knew that already.

Josh and I met in medical school, and fell in love pretty much right away (awwww, I know!). While we had been “talking marriage”, I had no idea that on the dark night of December 17, 2010 – it would happen!

So here’s the scoop. One of the rotations that we do (internal medicine) is pretty notorious for it’s grueling hours and brutal finals. We do it for two months and every fourth night, our shift goes from 7 am until 12 the NEXT DAY! I KNOW! So, on December 17^th, I was pretty stoked to be writing my exams and onto Christmas Break…

Then I got the e-mail.

Dear Bri: Ummm I’m really sorry to do this but there is another student who can’t complete his call shift AFTER YOUR EXAMS ON FRIDAY UNTIL SATURDAY (no… no!!! Oh my god!) and… we pulled names out of a hat and I’mreallysorrybut you have to come back after you write exams. Apologetic Chief Resident.

The horror! I was pissed… but after the exam, back I trodded to the hospital, resentment in hand.

When I arrived, however, a completely different story unfolded.  The guy who I was supposed to be covering for on call (who also happens to be one of Josh’s best friends… like duh) was there… holding an envelope with an embossed ONE on it. Confused as ever, I opened the card, and the night began…

Inside, in cursive typeface, was a poem – a personalized clue and the first step of what would be the most FABULOUS SCAVENGER HUNT OF LIFE! I was sent around Vancouver to meaningful landmarks from our relationship, guided by prose. The school library (we ARE in med school after all), the restaurant that our parents first met at, our mailbox (OK, I’m obsessed with mail…). And along the way, I picked up more poems and tokens – a chocolate mousse cake, our fave bottle of wine (Nichol Creek Syrah… TRY IT) etc.

Eventually, I was guided home, and when I opened the door I was met by the light of 400 (yes, 400) tea candles and Josh on one knee in a suit. Then he said something about me being his best friend ever and life being wonderful and our future (it’s hazy, I was bawling. Like bawling. Like do you remember the ugly Oprah cry? Bawling.) and I said yes and OH JOY OH JOY we were engaged! Here’s a photo.

We called our families (bawling) and a few select friends (more bawling) and shared the fantabulous news. Once I stopped bawling for long enough to put on some waterproof mascara, we tucked into the wine and the mousse.  And since it was the last night in town before the holidays, all of our friends were out on the town – and we met up with them to celebrate for a few hours. All in all a picture perfect night.

That’s my story – what’s yours???