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The Epic E-Pics: the Debate

Sorry for the delay, and even though I gave you a sneak peek in our save the dates, I thought it was a good time to talk about our engagement pictures!  I’ve always loved looking at engagement pictures, and there was never a doubt in my mind that I wanted to take them once we got engaged.  Monsieur P, however, needed a little convincing.  He didn’t understand the point of having engagement pictures, because we’re not really big photo people.  On the flip side, that was exactly why we needed them!  You see, we aren’t very good at taking pictures together… we rarely remember to even take snapshots, and we had absolutely ZERO professional photos that we have taken together, unless you count our photographer’s second shooter taking a picture of us at friend V’s wedding… which I didn’t really count!  I thought after 3 years together, we really should have SOME nice photos of us, dressed up, by an actual photographer instead of a grainy cell phone picture.

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One of very few “nice” pictures of us, from Monsieur P’s MBA graduation in 2011, with Parisian Mom.  Still just a snapshot; also does not exist on paper, oops.  We seriously suck at this stuff. (photo personal)

“But what the heck would we do with a bunch of pictures of us?” was Monsieur P’s second argument.

 

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Wedding Planning 101: Out of Town Guests

Since Monsieur P is from southern California, a lot of his family and friends still live across the country from where we live.  Since we are getting married in Pittsburgh, this means that nearly half of our wedding guests will be flying cross-country.  This fact has impacted SO.MANY.ASPECTS of the wedding planning.  For example:

  • We know we want to host a bangin’ welcome/rehearsal dinner for all of our out-of-town guests to attend, and so we get to spend a little more time with them after they make such a big trip to be with us!
  • We want to keep costs down as much as possible for the bridal party, since they have to make such a financial commitment to travel here already.
  • We want to make the right choice for hotels so that our out-of-town guests have a budget-friendly option, enjoy exploring the city that we love, and have easy access to transportation for the wedding as well.
  • We know that not everyone we invite will have the ability to travel this far to come to the wedding.  And that’s sad, but ultimately we had to do what was best for us (and my sanity!), which meant having the wedding where we live.

Monsieur P’s family is no stranger to traveling cross-country for family weddings, however.  In 2010 (after we celebrated our 1-year anniversary), Monsieur P and I took our first trip (via airplane) together to attend his uncle’s wedding in Tampa, where I finally got to meet his mom and her side of the family.

All photos personal.

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The mister and I at the wedding venue, March 2010. Yes, I dyed my hair dark brown for a year of my life!

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Three Years and Counting: Fast Forward 2 Years (BLING)

I know this is a little out of the ordinary, but I’m going to fast-forward in time a little bit from the proposal to share our biggest and latest news to date, which is most exciting to me!  Monsieur P and I celebrated our 5-year anniversary a couple of weeks ago.  How did we celebrate, you may ask – did we go snowboarding?  did we go to a concert?  did we go to a fancy dinner?  Well, no.  and maybe?  But more importantly, we celebrated our 5-year anniversary by going to pick out our wedding bands!

You may remember that one of my requirements for an engagement ring was that it be part of a set.  So… did Monsieur P deliver?  Yes, he knows better than to mess with a woman who knows what she wants!  Kidding… but seriously.  So yes, my engagement ring already had a matching band, making my decision pretty easy, but not any less exciting! EEEEEEEEEEE BLING!

For Monsieur P, I expected a slightly more grueling involved search.  Much to my (and the women in the shop’s) surprise, he had his band picked out before I could even get my order placed for my own band (which was less than 5 minutes).  And, unsurprisingly, he chose THE BAND that I would have chosen for him, had I picked it out myself.  It’s very him, trendy, yet subtly so, just tough enough, and not flashy.

I quickly approved his choice of band, but urged him to try a smaller size than the one that he had on, that he said “fit.”  Typical boy move, he thought the fact that it was on his finger was “fit” enough… I told him it needed to be snug, so I knew that puppy better not be coming off!  Not because I’m possessive, but I did want to make sure that it fit him properly.  I told him to try a smaller size, and we decided that the 9 fit snugly enough that both of us were pleased.  All in all, his decision took seriously about 5 minutes.

Monsieur P chose a Tungsten Carbide band with a flat brushed finish and smoothed edges (sorry, I’m definitely not a jeweler), similar to this one from Triton.  I, of course, ordered the matching band to my engagement ring, and assured the jeweler that I would be back this time next year to get my anniversary band for the other side.  Sorry I’m not sorry, ya’ll.  I want my bling, and I like symmetry.  Oh wells!

Curious how my rings look together?  The sample ring is a 6, and I’m a 5, so the band doesn’t line up perfectly with my engagement ring, but they’ll lay smoothly against each other when I have the band in my size, obviously.

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Personal photo edited with Photo Grid app, complete with cats border.

I seriously CANNOT WAIT to wear these rings every day.  Not just for the bling (though seriously, BLING!), but for what they mean, too.  (Plus, I just want to jump Monsieur P with that ring on his finger, oh boy!)  I’m so excited that we’ve finally ordered our bands, and it feels so much more real just knowing they’re on their way!

Were you concerned about sizing for your partner’s ring?  Do your rings match, or are you mixing metals?  Are you jealous of how easy your partner’s band choice was?

Three Years and Counting: the Proposal

Two weeks after securing the ring, Monsieur P got an email from the jeweler saying the ring was in!  Prior to the email, he had had an elaborate plan for a scavenger hunt, and having other people involved in the proposal, for a couple months from then.  But after the email, he thought realistically about the kind of person I am, and decided I would be more likely to get frustrated and stomp off to pout than to catch on and go through the motions eagerly anticipating a proposal at the end.  Sometimes, this man knows me better than I know myself, I swear.  I’m not that patient, and I HATE the spotlight and pressure being on me and only me.

Beautiful flash mob proposal?  Definitely NOT for me.

So… he needed a new plan.  And who better to ask than MOH PT?  Not only did she know every in and out of my ring preferences, of course she knew my proposal preferences as well.

MOH PT suggested using one of our then-three furbabies to pop the question, based on this Fancy Feast commercial.  Monsieur P played and replayed the video and decided it was perfect.  He left work and headed to Petco to get a collar and new tag.

I, on the other hand, was having a completely typical, brutal Monday of work 7-3:30 and class 6:30-9:30.  On my drive home, I decided to call Monsieur P and see if he wanted me to bring home dinner, because I surely didn’t feel like cooking after a long day like that.  He told me that he had already picked up Subway sandwiches, so I breathed a sigh of relief that I could go straight home and not have to cook.  I don’t remember what else we talked about, but I remember him being super hyper and giggly.  At one point I even asked him what was up with him and if he was drunk!  He wasn’t of course, but I didn’t know that it was nervous anticipation that was making him so giddy.

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Work It: Relationships Take Effort

So, this article is being shared around my facebook feed, and I found it to actually be really good for a change (I typically think the relationship things I see online are completely bogus).

I’m a big believer in cultivating relationships, like one of the best lines of a Justin Bieber (I know, I’m super sorry, especially of recent events, geeze bad timing) song ever:

But the grass ain’t always greener on the other side, it’s green where you water it.

Honestly, never thought something that profound would come from the Biebs, but whatever.  I looooove that line.  It’s just so true.  Anywho.

I’ve been in relationships that went on longer than they should’ve, but as I’ve mentioned previously, I’m stubborn.  I don’t like regrets, and I don’t want to have to wonder if I didn’t do enough to try to make something work.  Sometimes, that’s a terrible thing to do in a relationship, because you need to know when it’s not worth it anymore so you can cut your losses and move on.  But most of the time, being too stubborn to give up on a relationship is a good thing.

The first time Monsieur P and I had a fight, he legitimately thought we were breaking up.  He hadn’t been in a serious relationship before, and he thought that it was over because we were fighting.  Even though it was a serious fight, that realization made me laugh and we took a teary timeout to hug it out.  It’s funny, because looking back, I feel like that was A MOMENT in our relationship.  Almost as much as the big things, moving in together, saying I love you, the proposal.  That teary-hug-in-the-middle-of-the-fight moment said:  we’re in it for the long haul.

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How We Became a “We”

To continue from my previous post, Monsieur P and I were friends for awhile before we became anything more.  This was due in large part to the fact that I already had a boyfriend, and to a lesser degree, because I considered the mister to be “like the brother I never had.”

Well, time went by, and I broke up with my boyfriend in December 2008.  Seeing (on facebook) that I was on the market again, a couple of our friends, decided to meddle in our lives a little bit.  My friend J really hit it off with Monsieur P’s friend A back in 2007, and so when they saw I was newly-single, they reached out to Monsieur P to tell him the good news!  They made plans to get us in the same place at the same time, and the rest, as they say, is history.

Photo via Amazon / A movie we both loved and owned on dvd… and we both love Ryan Reynolds

It was surprisingly easy to move from being “just friends” to being a “we.”  As a couple, we still did the same things we did as friends – went to sporting events, concerts, hung out with friends, went to movies, and went to dinner.  Except now we also spent every evening together too, cooking dinner and watching tv.

We’re both fairly traditional/old-fashioned about some things, but at the same time, we do a lot of things that go against the grain or tradition.  For example, we were only dating for about 6 weeks when we decided to move in together when both of our leases expired that summer.  The mister lived alone, while I had roommates, and we were both sick of our situations.  We figured we had been friends for long enough that we could stand each other long enough to withstand a lease, so we decided to go for it!  We opted to get a 2-bedroom apartment, just in case things went south, and to give us a little space of our own.  Seriously, an extra bedroom is a great idea if you’re planning on moving in together for the first time.  (I decided not to say cohabiting because this definition just made me giggle too much.  And now I’ve said it anyway.  Oh well.)  No doubt us moving in together so soon raised some eyebrows among family and friends, but it obviously worked out for us, so no harm done.

In addition to moving in together, we also discussed the future – marriage, babies, our financial and job goals, etc., very early on in our relationship.  I’m not sure whether that was because we were so comfortable with each other, having been friends for so long,  or if we both just sensed that it was going somewhere, but I feel like we have been an unusual couple from the beginning.

Despite moving quickly on some things (usually the ones that I had any control over), Monsieur P actually waited 6 months to tell me that he loved me.  That’s right, if you were doing the math, he waited until after we moved into our apartment together, before he said those three important words.  I wasn’t really concerned, because I already knew that he loved me, but it took him a long time to come around to saying it.  Monsieur P hadn’t been in a long-term relationship before, so he never told a girl that he loved her until I came along, and he still knew for 2 years before telling me.

You might find that strange, and I found it a little surprising, because the mister was 26 years old when we started dating.  But that’s one of the special things about him – he takes these things very seriously.  So, you can imagine that proposing would be a big deal to him, right?  Well, you’ll have to wait to find out about that story!

Were you set up by friends?  Did you move in with your significant other when you were dating?  How long did you wait to say “I love you?”  Do you love Ryan Reynolds too?

How We Met: the Friend Zone

Who We Are

Monsieur P and I, one of our first engagement photos / Photo by Tressa McCune Photography

Now that we’ve covered some of the gritty details, and you probably have gotten a sense of who we are, let’s take it back to the beginning.  I’ll start with a story that we like to tell, the silly story of how we met.

When we started dating, I put these lyrics in my AIM profile. Yikes.

For your listening pleasure.  Yes, I’m 27 years old and I like Taylor Swift.  and Miley Cyrus.  What of it?  And now for the moment you’ve all been waiting for…

Monsieur P and I met in the fall of 2007, when we were both out at a club for a night of fun with our respective groups of friends.  We met when we quite literally bumped into each other.  He was walking past our table on his way to get another beer from the bar, and bumped into me from behind.  I thought he was trying to dance with me, so I danced back, and he decided that beer wasn’t so important after all. 😉

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